The RSYC Otter Offensive

You’d think coming back to the marina would be the easy part.No waves. No storms. Just tie the boat up, grab a beer, and catch up with everyone at the yacht club.Instead…The marina had been taken over by otters.Not one or two. An entire furry crime syndicate. They were sleeping on boats, stealing fish, terrorising Pontoon C, and generally behaving like they were paying the berthing fees.Naturally, the committee responded the only way a committee knows how—with meetings, maps, signs, PowerPoint presentations, and enough discussion to almost frighten an otter into leaving.Almost.Meanwhile, Finnigan couldn’t even get into the bar because he’d forgotten his shoes, Uncle Steven was rapidly losing faith in humanity, and someone genuinely thought naming the otters would improve the situation.Then the lady in red arrived.What happened next proved that sometimes the quickest solution is also the one nobody else would have dared to try.The otters eventually left……but they weren’t the only unexpected visitors waiting for us back at the marina.