Catburgled in Nassau
23 November 2013 | Paradise Harbour Club & Marina
At 0500, asleep in my berth aboard Aria, snug in her slip on Paradise Island, I awoke to find someone aboard the boat.
He had lifted my phone from the table, the first thing he would have seen, and it emitted its unique ringtone, which awoke me. Strange, I thought sleepily, the phone is switched off so as not to incur roaming charges. I lay in bed for several minutes until curiosity got the better of me. I rose, went into the saloon, where I found the companionway hatch slid open and the phone gone. I had put in the hatchboards the previous night before going to bed and slid closed the cover. But I hadn't locked it. The opportunist must have seen an unlocked boat and come aboard, probably unaware that it was occupied. When the phone roused me, he may have realized that I was on board, and he fled.
I suppose I was lucky, though I don't feel lucky. It certainly could have been worse. I might have known better. I have heard the stories of the crime problems in Nassau, mainly from Bahamians, who are themselves fleeing Nassau's crime rate for safer outislands. But technically, I'm not in Nassau. I'm across the harbour on Paradise island, home of Atlantis, paying $3 per foot dockage and surrounded by boats more expensive than Aria, several with liveaboards. I thought by coming here, to an upscale marina with 24-hour security, I could sleep safely with the companionway unlocked.
I was mistaken.