Naturism as selfdefence

This schooner I'd bought with almost the last of my money for f1500. One thing led to another and having little work but plenty of time myself and some friends sailed Gloria across the Atlantic. But finally we did fetch up in St Lucia. There my lady friend Helen re joined us and one of the crew left.
Our next stop was the isle of Bequia, the pilot publication warned that the holding for the anchor in the main bay was not too good and to be cautious of yachts pulling their anchors. However we didn't hit anything and came to rest in a fairly sheltered area. Myself and buddy Edmund donned snorkels and masks and dived to check said anchor, it wasn't dug in very well at all, so I stacked some rocks on it. Then after surfacing we set another anchor out to make sure. The issue was that the sea bed was not so deep sand over coral, and also the anchor was having trouble biting.
A few nights later during another squall I 'd my slumber touched by the unmistakable sound of twin diesels going hard astern, on coming from my bunk and running topsides I saw a big catamaran really close to our bow taking evasive action. naturism 'd clearly dragged his anchor and only managed to miss us and recover his gear before going off to try again someplace else.
This scenario was rein acted several times over our stay in the various Islands. We didn't drag, with no engine we couldn't manage to, so we put down tons of chain and an additional anchor at each stop. beach babes will like the solution I found to this issue.
The group of yacht uses we had most trouble with were the ones who charter their yachts, some of these people haven't had a lot of experience in Anchoring, and there's rather plenty of technology to what on the surface seems a simple manoeuvre. These people, tend not to have spent big period of time in close proximity to other people as in a modest yacht surroundings. beach girl are the type which never have come face to face with bare human bodies except in certain situations. In naturism discovered that if I seemed naked in the cockpit while I read a novel and waved to the recently arriving charter yachts of an evening, they'd go right around to the other side of the bay, "hey presto" issue sorted!)