Come on, tell us a good one. OK, there was this Chinese man, about 80, who was living on a super-remote atoll. There was no good anchorage there, so I had to be tied to the town quay, where he fished. I thought he was just a nice old man that might have some interesting stories, so when he invited me over for lunch I went. After choking down a few bites of fish and rice, he brought out a cheap plastic necklace. The language barrier made things a bit fuzzy, but I soon realized he had romantic intentions and made for the door. He was pretty harmless, but I had to leave.