Tied up in Las Palmas in the canaries, we were boarded one evening by a vagrant who thought the boat was empty; except that I was still on board fixing the toilet in the head. I came out of the head, saw him and yelled at him to get off the boat. He was holding something behind his back that I thought could be a gun or a knife so keeping my distance I slowly backed him up until I could grab my mace and pointing it at him I continued to yell. “Get Off My Boat!” Finally he jumped off and ran away. Later on I found out that the thing he had behind his back was my leather pouch with our passports and ship’s papers. Luckily we had Xerox copies of our pass ports and were able to get new ones through our consulate within three days. This was the only incidence in our whole four year trip that we suffered from any sort of theft.