Originally Posted by TrueBlue
One summer around 2:00 am while swinging on a mooring in Block Island, we were awakened by a drunken sailor. He pulled up, apparently after the bars closed, and crawled into our cockpit to crash - thinking it was his friend's boat.
That really freaked out my wife and by the time I came up from our cabin, he had already realized his blunder, apologized and sped off in his dinghy. I never found out, but hopefully to the right boat.
Should have used Captain Joshua Slocum's tacks on the deck trick.
Again, I'd prefer the duck, thank you. Preferably confit style.