There are risks involved...
Quite a few years ago I was on my boat anchored in a secluded bay in one of the Greek Cyclades Islands, Milos I seem to remember. Also anchored was a Greek flagged ordinary production yacht, something like a Bavaria or similar and at a distance a beautiful USA flagged Ketch all shining varnished wood and snow white decks. Sitting in the sun in the cockpit of my steel Gaff Cutter when a voice from nowhere called " Hi there."
I looked over the side and there I saw a blonde lady treading water alongside my boat. She was wearing her skin and it was very obvious she had no trouble floating...In an American accent she invited me to join her and others aboard her yacht, she gave me a wave and swam away...
Scuffling about below I found my cleanest T shirt and least wrinkled shorts and launching my dinghy rowed over to the American flagged Ketch. Rowed alongside, caught the Toerail and stood up in the dinghy. There flaked out on a towel, completely starkers, lay a blonde lady.
"Thanks for the invitation" I called...she sat up...different lady!!
She screamed, grabbed a clear glass jug which I soon found out contained Lemonade, and hurled it at me. The jug shattered on the stainless steel stanchion about 3 inches from my ear and I got a cold shower of Lemonade complete with ice cubes..
I promptly dropped back into the dinghy and began rowing away only to hear shrieks of laughter from the Greek flagged yacht. All became clear later when I learned that the Greek yacht was in fact under charter to an American family who also owned the Ketch. Unable to carry so many family members in one yacht they had chartered the Greek yacht for their get together. The blonde ladies were sisters and unless they were dressed, looked very similar..
Later, giant barbequed steaks and fresh crusty bread were lovely but I confess cold Lemonade is much nicer to drink than shower under.
