I have a small bag I keep in a locker on board. It contains a penimaster, BIB, circle device, three golf club weights, a flax-seed warming pad, wrapping stuff, some weather stripping, a sock, a bunch of cable-clamps (for uli’s and ball-stretching), and now my chicken-choker hanger, and soon a pump I ordered yesterday.
I enjoy thoroughly having the police or coasties board for a “courtesy” inspection (actually, the Jack Booted Thugs boarding my home without warrant or probable cause, pointing guns at ME a decorated disabled SF veteran, searching through all my worldly possessions, and in general running rampant on the constitution and civil liberties I bled for pisses me off immensely - but I do enjoy when they hit my “jackpot”). They get pretty funny about it sometimes. Who knows, some might even be here now due to my insisting that the crazy stuff works!
"In an honest Service there is thin Commons, low Wages, and hard labour; in this (Piracy), Plenty and Society, Pleasure and Ease, Liberty and Power; and who would not balance Creditor on this side when all the Hazard that is run for it, at worst, is only a sour Look or two at choaking. No, A merry Life and a short one, shall be my Motto."--Bartholomew Roberts