This little fellow spent the night with us. I spotted him about 30 feet off the port bow while Floyd was slipping the line on the dolphin...warned him not to tarry when it came to putting his arms in the water. The gator was there for anchoring, happy hour, dinner, canasta, Boston Legal, and the Captain's final check. He would occasionally change directions but he stayed right around those weeds. Somewhere during happy hour we decided to name him "Mohammad" Ali-gator. Sad to say, he must have caroused all night and we didn't get a chance to say good bye this morning. Sure do miss him....NOT.