So many of the best stories emanate from Manchineel Bay! This one took place around 2005, by which time moorings were almost exclusively used because of the grassy bottom. At about 5 am, I was awakened to hear the unmistakable sound of something hard hitting our 50' monohull and rushed to the deck, still half asleep. A similar size vessel was banging against us (I knew immediately that it was anchor drag). Soon, three naked "older" men were on deck scrambling around for bumpers. Moments later, their three mostly naked but beautiful "daughters" appeared on deck, and one of the girls got the engine started and the crisis was averted. We tried to communicate, but no one on the other vessel spoke a word of English. The three wives on our boat were somewhat disgusted by what they saw. The three of us guys had a lot of private laughs about "fantasies" that none of us would publicly admit to ever having!