They had a little stern garage they could drive Rabbit up into when the going got really rough. We were in the slip next to them - when they found out we were the ones who spent the night pounding on the reef in the same storm that sent them into port they sent over two cases of beer, compliments of the Capt. I drank as much as I could (three bottles) and distributed the rest of it to the other poor people in the marina. They turned out to be super neighbors - I just couldn't live like that.