Our captain was a rather competent man called Mandy. I say "man" but I really mean "child." He was no more than 20 and still at university. Our captain was smart, funny, charming, cool, and told stories that are pleasant about his mother. More to the point, he took his job and took exceptional care of us. He understood the best way to handle the yacht: the sails and the ropes that are a mystery in my experience, as well as also the extensive paperwork and documentation that are a bore if you ask me. Mandy has spent enough time working with the company to have buddies in all the right miniature isle ports. I love my husband a whole lot, but I do not want to be this close to anyone. Yes, I like the tight efficacy of a lovely chartered boat, the compactness. But it does not leave lots of room for being alone on holiday, which is a critical part of vacation. And here's the ultimate condition for taking a trip like this one: you must desire to spend a lot of time in close quarters with the folks you're with. Strangers you meet on a boat, good buddies, and family usually fall out and in of that kind.