Sailor & Galley

These spur-of-the-moment morsels were easy to put together and very tasty. They required some chilling before baking, but no worries, mon. We were on island time.

- LYNDA MORRIS CHILDRESS

Anchor DRILL Spinach BITES

It was late afternoon, and we were anchored in Great Harbour off Jost Van Dyke in the British Virgin Islands. It had been a great day of sailing.

There were eight of us aboard our chartered 39-foot catamaran: my wife, Sue, and I along with six of our best sailing buddies from the Chesapeake Bay. We were contemplating happy hour when trouble approached.

A powerboat packed with a boisterous, all-male crew was headed our way. It slowed, then circled. We caught a glimpse of the name on the stern: Playboy.

The boat drew up parallel to us, slowed, pulled ahead of us, and dropped the hook way too close.

There was sudden activity aboard; the guys splashed their tender and piled in. We realized with alarm that everyone from the boat was preparing to go ashore.

"Skipper!" our friend Dave called out. "Excuse me, but I think you're anchored just a little too close."

"Nah, we're fine, thanks, a well-lubricated fellow replied.

And then they zoomed away, dinghy pointed toward shore and, no doubt, Foxy's Bar & Restaurant.