Stories of times way back before boatyball. Stories that your grand-kids don't believe really happened. Stories of those days, long ago, chartering a monohull in the BVI with a hardshell dinghy:

1- We were motoring the dinghy into the beach at the baths. The water was crystal clear. My wife is wearing pretty nice clothes with a full brim hat. At the last moment, she decides to step into the water to assist with our beach landing. The water, however, is still ten foot deep. For a moment (a pretty funny moment), the only thing visible is her hat floating on top of the water. She surfaces. I yell: "man overboard". And, it's the beginning of a long day.

2- The charter companies use to tie a rope onto the outboard engine. They would tie the other end of the rope to the back of the hardshell dinghy (in case the engine fell off). Sure enough, we do a long tack towards the Bitter End. Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere in 3 to 4 foot seas (as the story got older the seas became 10'), we are under full sail when one of our bunch looks back and comments that the dinghy outboard engine is "gone". We put the sails down/motor at a slow speed, while one hardy soul climbs in the hardshell dinghy (no easy feat). Then, he pulls on the rope until the submerged outboard engine finally arises. By the time, he gets back in the sailboat, everyone is a little bit green.

3- Motoring in the dark (hardshell dinghy) to the last resort to eat and watch "Tony Snell" perform (wouldn't that be fun to again!). You have to equalized your crew's weight in the dinghy. Even then, the dinghy's rim could ride awful low in the water. And with a "cough and a prayer", the engine would start back up for the ride back to your boat later that night.