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Piracy is one of the biggest fears for bluewater sailors. Lydia Tangvald, killed by pirates. Refugees from Vietnam.

Bargirls clutched at us from unless he had a girlfriend in port. began to grow alarmingly bright. and Cambodian boat people escaping
doorways on Burgos Street to drag Patrick, face blushing crimson red, We started the engine and scanned to freedom in derelict craft in the Sulu
us into the dim rosy blackness of locked himself in the toilet aboard the coastline for jolly-rogered boats and South China Sea. A bonanza for
seedy clubs. One on either side of the yacht until she left. Paul, with setting out from the shore. It was the highwaymen of the sea.
Steve as he willingly disappeared nautical miles complete and a deserted and we soon knew why. Two years later, Norwegian
into their lair. And then to reappear concerned wife, returned to Hong Approaching us from the south was a Peer Tangvald and his wife, Lydia,
a minute later back on the footpath Kong a couple of days later. fleet of naval vessels on sea exercises. with their three-year-old son, were
looking bewildered. A Filipino had We ran under sail on a moonless A New Zealand warship blasted a attacked by pirates close to where we
earlier taught him some naughty night across the Sulu Sea. The haunt greeting in passing. Her ensign on had sailed. The feisty French woman
Tagalog words requesting great sex: of infamous pirates. A bloodthirsty the quarterdeck lowered in salute was shot dead when she put up a fight.
“Sakit sex,” which loosely translated lot with no mercy given. It was a as sailors in tropical whites stood to In Cebu we were invited to
meant, “I have sex disease.” tense night as we crossed fingers attention, strung out like cockatoos have lunch aboard the Australian
Taking Patrick’s father at his not to run out of wind. We ran out on a fence. destroyer, HMAS Derwent, by her
word for Patrick to see the world of wind. Starting the engine would In Cebu, friends and relatives commander. The boatswain piped
through the eyes of a sailor, the have alerted anyone on shore. We looked for yachts long overdue which us aboard in full ceremony as we
crew set up a sweet-looking Filipina watched nervously as the dawn were easy prey for pirates. Attacks clambered up the gangplank. We
for him. Not yet certified a seadog came up over the sea and the day were intensifying with Vietnamese enjoyed our lunch until Steve asked