The approaching vessel was a 26 foot late 1980’s Bayliner with two adult males. Male no 1. was standing behind a half smashed windshield with one hand on the wheel and the other methodically working the throttle. Male no 2. was laying over the bow, reaching for our port side lifeline. “Closer,” he said. They were both shirtless, decorated with a smattering of faded tattoos and surrounded by junk fishing poles.
One lesson was to not look like a liveaboard. That’s harder than what it sounds like. We live in little spaces, and it’s easy to set “things” on the deck or to cluster the cockpit. One pot or pan that needs to be cleaned turns into a few rusting bicycles, plants and a bag of trash. Our rule was that we should always be able to disconnect and go in 45 minutes. This rule has been a challenge to keep, but it keeps us simple and humble.