I used to work with a girl called Sky. She was the domestic on the boat we lived/ worked on and was pretty hot, in all honesty, but mental at the same time. After work we were allowed to have a maximum of four mid-strength beers each from the communal beer fridge because 1) we were on a fairly small boat in the Indian Ocean that was constantly circled by Tiger Sharks and 2) we started work at 6 every morning. Anyway, we were moored off the coast of the middle of no-where in Australia and all went to bed at 8 or something but this girl stayed up herself and scooped the life out of every beer in the fridge. She then went on a rampage round the boat before being restrained by the captain and the engineer. A speedboat had to come and get her the next morning. No-one ever saw Sky again.