Position 7/8/2011. 42:46.729N. 9:3.403W
En Route from Portosin to Muros, an epic 3 mile voyage, the resident fisherman author managed to wrap his line around the starboard rudder. Luckily he had his ever shrinking wet suit on board and bravely plunged into the freezing waters of Muros bay, despite the ever present killer mullet. And rescued Salila from her desperate plight.
There followed a White knuckle ride by rib through the ghost marina (so new it's not in the pilot books), up the dockside ladder of death, into the cafe of seafood heaven. Their translations were "interesting", the scallops were actually octopus and squid, not my favourite.