Poppy Does...

Bread • Punch • Social – and the odd emergency psychology session.

Poppy Does Bread

Dawn. The bay of Okuklje still smells of pine, sunscreen and last-night's rum. While mere mortals cling to their pillows, First Mate Poppy is on a covert carb-run. She sprints to the legendary mini-market, sweet-talks the shopkeeper and his croissant-wielding wife, and returns triumphant with arm-loads of still-steaming baguettes, pastries and the sort of flaky artefacts UNESCO should protect. Miss the bread-run and you'll hear about it all day – trust us.

"Fresh carbs before foul tides."

Poppy Does Punch

Recipe? Classified. Ratio of cheap rum to suspicious fruit juice? Also classified. What we can reveal is that Poppy's punch has ended flotilla feuds, sparked karaoke in seven languages and once convinced a retired accountant to stage-dive off the boom. Wednesdays, 18:00, quayside – bring your own mug and a questionable dance move.

Warning label (tiny print): May contain more grog than fruit. Possibly causes temporary invincibility.

Poppy Does Social

From impromptu paddle-board jousting to "name-that-tuna-steak" quizzes in Korčula, Poppy engineers the mischief that makes strangers into crew-mates. Psychology degree in progress, clipboard in hand, she treats every holidaymaker like a lab rat – observing, hypothesising, and then prescribing the exact shot-based ice-breaker required.

"No sailor left socially awkward."

Meet the Crew

Poppy

First Mate & Carb-Acquisition Specialist

Lauren

Skipper, Yachtmaster, Enabler of Shenanigans