Perhaps we'd anchored in the only good holding spot. Anyway, a number of boats had anchored the proper distance ahead of us, then dragged down while setting. Now two boats, the giant catamaran Papillion from England and the small monohull Froggy from Sweden, had ended up too close. At first I'd glared at them, before I caught myself. Hell, I don't own the ocean or its anchorages. To atone for my selfishness, I rowed over and invited them to Wild Card for sundowners. Bill and Lois, the Brits, were a tad skeptical. "Don't worry," I reassured them. "I'm not selling anything. We're just desiring the pleasure of your company."