"It's only a drill round!"
Background: MrsScars and I met in Malta in a bar. The following year we went back on honeymoon.

We went back to the bar with a wedding photo to say thanks. The owner, who also ran boat trips invited us out for a spin in his pride and joy, an inshore racer with twin 200hp engines.
Belting down the coast at around 70 there was a loud noise and everything stopped. Banis got on the radio and asked Valletta Boat Control to ring the bar and have us towed.
We were sitting about chatting when there was a splash 50 feet away.
"Fuck" says Banis "Thought they weren't practicing today".
"Practicing what?" says MrsScars.
"Oh, artillery. Only drill rounds though."
"How big?" says I.
"75 millimetre; we're a small country. Big enough for us; I'll call the Navy and tell'em to stop".

Shortly afterwards a gunboat hoys up and a lot of Maltese shouting occurs.

The really frightening bit was the tow: racing boats don't like being dragged at 40 knots and we had to bail like fuck.

And he's still going strong:www.okikokibanis.com
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Thu 1 Nov 2012, 22:16, Reply)