I hit the mast with my leg and she detatched from the trap and went flying. I am not sure how but her bathing suit top somehow came undone. So there I am, half naked girl, flipped boat and a giant bruise on my leg. I figured I would never see her again. We couldn't find her top so I loaned her a shirt I had in a dry bag and we righted the boat.

To make a long story slightly shorter, she is now my most common passenger. I don't know how I lucked out on that one.