i've always worked on pleasure boats.  even though it's more tiring.
because the owners never seem to have any fixed hours. for example, last night we kept right on sailing.  we didn't even have a chance to get some sleep. still, i like it better.
don't move, lady.  stay where you are.  stop! everybody keep still.
ma'am, sharks never attack anybody. anyway, the raft is dark, and they wouldn't be able to see it.
sure, sure. there's plenty of room.
okay. come ahead, come ahead.
i'm taking the boat right up to the shore, and we'll let you get off from the gangplank as soon as we get there.
we'll have to get going.
i don't know.  you see.  we were taking a little nap.
we had better get started. the storm may break any minute now.
wouldn't it be better if you told that to the lady yourself. i can't assume the responsibility for keeping the boat here. there's no place to tie it up.  and then, you know, it's got a flat bottom, and if the sea gets a little too rough.
shall i turn back?
it won't be easy to find a place to go ashore.
if there's a police station at panarea, it should take us a couple of hours. but if we have to go to lipari, it will take much longer. then it also depends on how rough the sea is.
they've stopped a suspicious-looking boat a few miles from here.  yesterday afternoon. the crew has been taken to milazzo for questioning.
no, sir, lieutenant, we weren't even able to drop anchor once .  the sea was too rough.