I’m always amused by the owners of super-yachts. If you think of people you know who want to be seen; well quadruple this by a million and you will get a super-yacht owner. What other item screams “look at me and my success!!!” more than a super-yacht?
Wherever you go too, the public gaze on with utter amazement. Out on the water other (smaller) yachts wave and point at you. When you are on the dock, countless people stop to have their pictures taken alongside.
I always wonder what people say when they show these photos:
“Here I am in the Bahamas on my yacht.” (Oh how we laughed! “You kidder!” their friends must say.)
But, despite all of the attention the yacht brings, most owners and charter guests want extreme privacy. So, you can imagine my reaction late last night when a drunk by-passer tried to board the vessel.
It was late and I was on watch with not much happening when I spotted her on the camera. Walking slowly towards the pasarail, I noticed the woman was walking with a real stagger, falling clumsily from side to side. Obviously drunk, I suspect she was from the wedding at the end of the dock. On a mission, she was making her way up the boarding platform at an alarming rate.
“I’m sorry you can’t get on this boat,” I said. “This is a private yacht.”
A hand was put on my shoulder as she tried to keep moving forward and away from me.
“Oh no. Where are they? I wanna come and say hi. I deliver their mail,” she says. (Impossible as the owners are not from around here I think).
“Well,” I say. “I’m sorry but you can’t come on, everyone is asleep and you need to leave.”
“No – wake them up. Get the kids up! Where are they? It’s me! I am their mail man – I have been delivering their mail for years!”
Oh dear – she was really convinced that she needed to get on the boat.
“Look you have the wrong people,” I say. “You really need to leave.”
Thankfully security showed up just as she was beginning to move towards the deck. I had to chuckle as she was escorted away; wobbling from side to side, she was also relaying the same story about delivering mail to the security guy. Whoever this lady was, she really at that moment believed that she needed to come and say hi to the owners. Poor thing, maybe she really does deliver mail to someone else who owns a big sparkly yacht…… Or perhaps she was just a lost pirate that had drunken too much rum!
Until next time – Ahoy me maties x
The nauti sailor 