Dolphin yachting disaster

I was planning to buy an associates yacht; Charles was a salesman for a yachting firm in Miami and would often take clients on one-day cruises to Bimini Island. The yacht was a thirty foot Bay Liner , she had a twenty foot mast, and nylon reinforced sails . The vessel was also equipped with a six cylinder Cummings diesel engine for navigating the blue. Her name was the "M.E.Lee", she was fast and steady, a pleasure to steer. She was a real beauty, and I fell in love with her immediately. Our wives had spent a good part of the day sunbathing on the upper deck, and Charles and I had been telling jokes and talking about the nude beach on Bimini. We had been drinking Crown royal most of the day, and we were a couple of proverbial sheets to the wind.

We put the lock on the yachts steering wheel, and joined the ladies up top . The sun shone down out of a sky of cerulean blue, the water was crystal clear, and a family of dolphins was jumping out of the waves, their streamlined bodies gleaming in the sun. Wanting to capture the moment I told Charles I was going down to the port side of the yacht to take some pictures, quickly grabbed my Nikon 35 mm camera, and headed down the steps. That’s when my cocktail ridden bladder spoke up.

Not wanting to miss the dolphins I quickly untied the front of my trunks and slipped them down over my hips, letting a stream cascade out into the open sea, my camera hanging by it’s strap off my forearm. Suddenly, a dolphin leaped out of the water and grabbed the camera, throwing me off balance. As I started to fall my trunks slipped to my ankles, and fluttered into the water. Luckily I grabbed onto the rail on the way down. So there I was, hanging from the rail of the yacht, naked, yelling for help.

When Charles made it to me I had just about made it back up to the yachts top rail. I had one leg over, Charles straining to pull me aboard, when the ladies walked up. Charles's wife had her hand over her mouth as my wife pleaded, though peals of laughter, to know what happened. There I am, standing there nude and red faced for all the world to see, and all my wife can think about is the play by play! But I was lucky; my wife brought her beach towel with her from the top of the yacht deck. As I was about to wrap it around my naked waist my wife told me to turn around and wave. Unknowingly, I had been riding the rail naked as we skirted the island shoreline. I thought I would die.

I ended up not buying the yacht, but I still have flash backs to that day, when I went streaking while yachting off the coast of Bimini island. I can still hear the whistles and the clapping from the shore.