On our first charter our friend was getting the BBQ ready for dinner. He was spinning the round grill surface off so we could pour the charcoal in. It was taking a while to spin off, so he gave it his best "wheel of fortune" spin when off it came, straight to the bottom. After the initial panic and the holy craps, what is the moorings gonna charge us for thats, we took the rack out of the oven and improvised. The next morning, he drives the dink over to our anchored neighbor (we could see scuba tanks on deck) and asks to borrow a tank so he could dive the grill. We had dropped anchor in 10ft, but after paying out our rhode, we had 30ft under us. The guy came over and dove it himself and rescued the grill. To make matters worse, we kept seeing the guy at every anchorage the rest of the week.