Naturism as selfdefence

In blondes on a beach was sailing an extremely beaten up schooner called "Gloria" around the Caribbean isles that make up the Grenadines. This schooner I'd bought with practically the last of my cash for f1500. There my lady friend Helen rejoined us and one of the crew left.
beach freedom was the island of Bequia, the aviator book warned that the holding for the anchor in the main bay was not too great and to be attentive of yachts pulling their anchors. However beach blondes did not hit anything and came to rest in a fairly sheltered place. Myself and friend Edmund donned snorkels and masks and dived to check said anchor, it was not dug in very well at all, so I stacked some rocks on it. Then after surfacing we place another anchor out to make sure. blondes on a beach was that the sea bed wasn't very deep sand over coral, and the anchor was having trouble biting.
A couple of nights later during another squall I 'd my slumber disturbed by the unmistakable sound of twin diesels going hard astern, on emerging from my bunk and running topsides I saw a large catamaran really close to our bow taking evasive action. He'd obviously pulled his anchor and only managed to miss us and regain his gear before going off to try again someplace else.
This scenario was rein acted many times over our stay in the assorted Islands. We did not drag, with no engine we couldn't afford to, so we put down lots of chain and an additional anchor at every stop. You beloved fellow naturists will enjoy the answer I found to this problem.
beach bum of yacht uses we had most trouble with were the ones who charter their yachts, a few of these people never have had plenty of experience in Anchoring, and there is rather lots of technology to what on the surface seems a simple manoeuvre. These folks, tend not to have spent large period of time in close proximity to others as in a little yacht environment. These individuals are the sort that never have come face to face with naked human bodies except in certain situations. In fact I discovered that if I appeared naked in the cockpit while I read a novel and waved to the recently arriving charter yachts of an evening, they would go right around to the other side of the bay, "hey presto" problem sorted!)