After the hurricane went by we jumped aboard another maxi called Donnybrook, skippered by Bert Collins, who also had a Harley Davidson (not aboard!) and off we went to Tortola, in the Virgin Islands. It was April 1993.
Paul found himself a nice job at a boat owned by a major whisky producer and I went into the film industry. The owner of my boat - Danubio - had a movie seat business and she was about to receive five guests on board who were great movie house owners.
So there comes this family - who I have to pamper, as a hostess. The father is this BIG generous guy with a smooth appetite for everything that's good in the world. He comes along with his girlfriend who is a major cloth pattern designer, so all she does is to get inspired by the coral and the fish to produce beautiful prints - without ever diving, of course.
And the concerned grown up children came along, too. Both told me I was forbidden to serve their father the slightest fat in the world, which is quite understandable. The problem is, the guy didn't agree at all with that, so he bribed me with compliments when I cooked lobster for them, and left a fat tip when he left.
So I sneaked a bread and butter pudding made with full cream just for the guy.
What the hell. I wasn't a nurse - I was a hostess. The old man was an entertainment businessman, we were in Tortolla, and life is too short not to enjoy yourself.
Don't know if I'm right of wrong. I just love people to enjoy life. It's my nature. 
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