I awoke to the sound of the panga’s screaming engine, a bright white light, and a large crash. My first thought was that our anchor had dragged, and we had hit the rocks. But that didn't make any sense. I ran on deck in time to see the stunned panga driver look back, before speeding off. Earlier that day we had been assigned the last mooring in the mooring field. When we tied up, we thought, man, this is right on the “freeway” for boats going into the marina. That thought was