The salty crocodile

You pay a fortune to keep your boat in a nice marina.Security. Nice facilities. Peace and quiet.Nobody ever mentions the crocodiles.We’d barely settled in when someone pointed at our berth and calmly announced there was a crocodile floating around the marina.Naturally, nobody believed them.Until they did.Within minutes, expensive yacht owners were looking a lot less confident, the Harbourmaster suddenly had the worst job in Singapore, and everyone became an expert in crocodile behaviour despite having absolutely no qualifications whatsoever.Including me.I was convinced I had a plan.Finnigan was convinced it was a terrible plan.For once… he was probably right.If you’ve ever wondered how quickly a luxury marina can descend into complete chaos, or why every boating story eventually starts with the words, “You’ll never guess what happened…”, this one’s for you.