there were two lads from my secondary ( long before Comprehensives were a twinkle in Maggie thatchers eye) school who decided to stow away on an Icelandic bound trawler from Fleetwood for a pleasure trip.
They avoided the "night watchman" for the company and got under the sheets of one of the lifeboats ready for an early morning sailing.
they had taken a bag full of butties and pop and thought that if they stayed under cover for 36 hours they wouldn't be put ashore in Oban.a favorite port of call for refueling anf off loading sick or trouble makers.
After 30 hours or so they came from under the covers to find.......................she'd been slipped on Prestons slip in the fish dock at Fleetwood for a new propellor and a repaint, and had moved exactly........................ 50 yards
One of them eventually went on to be fleetwood's youngest skipper and his mate became a co owner with him in a trawler some years later.
So it didn't put them off!!, but still brings a smile to my face>