A seamless cruise beneath the walls of Dubrovnik, anchored in the Blue Cave of Koločep, and lunched on the golden bays of Lopud.
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You step onto polished teak in Marina Srebreno. The Captain raises the gangway as a chilled welcome glass is placed in your hand. Within minutes the coast of Župa Dubrovačka drifts astern.
You step onto polished teak in Marina Srebreno. The Captain raises the gangway as a chilled welcome glass is placed in your hand. Within minutes the coast of Župa Dubrovačka drifts astern.
Engines slow to a whisper as the monumental fortress of Dubrovnik rises from the limestone. From the water, the city reveals the silhouette every visitor misses — the way it was meant to be seen, from a deck of mahogany.
Engines slow to a whisper as the monumental fortress of Dubrovnik rises from the limestone. From the water, the city reveals the silhouette every visitor misses — the way it was meant to be seen, from a deck of mahogany.
We drop anchor off Koločep and the swim platform unfolds. A short paddle leads into the famous Blue Cave, where the limestone refracts the morning sun into electric turquoise. Masks and fins are ready before you ask.
We drop anchor off Koločep and the swim platform unfolds. A short paddle leads into the famous Blue Cave, where the limestone refracts the morning sun into electric turquoise. Masks and fins are ready before you ask.
Anchored off the sandy beaches of Lopud, the Chef serves your menu on white linen — paired with chilled Pošip from Korčula and Plavac Mali from the Pelješac vineyards.
Anchored off the sandy beaches of Lopud, the Chef serves your menu on white linen — paired with chilled Pošip from Korčula and Plavac Mali from the Pelješac vineyards.
We sail back toward Srebreno as the limestone coast turns amber. Cocktails on the flybridge, the Captain narrates the islands you passed in the morning, and you arrive ashore at six — sun-warmed and unhurried.
We sail back toward Srebreno as the limestone coast turns amber. Cocktails on the flybridge, the Captain narrates the islands you passed in the morning, and you arrive ashore at six — sun-warmed and unhurried.
Wake up in a silent bay, the only boat at anchor. A custom 24-hour experience with luxury cabins, a private chef, and the archipelago as your courtyard.
Bags are taken below. Cabins are aired with linen turned, and a chilled Pošip is uncorked on the aft deck. The Captain reviews the evening anchorage with you over a chart — your night is built around your weather window.
Bags are taken below. Cabins are aired with linen turned, and a chilled Pošip is uncorked on the aft deck. The Captain reviews the evening anchorage with you over a chart — your night is built around your weather window.
We drop anchor in a cove the day boats never reach. Paddleboards launch off the swim platform, the snorkeling gear is rinsed and ready, and the bay belongs to you until well after sunset.
We drop anchor in a cove the day boats never reach. Paddleboards launch off the swim platform, the snorkeling gear is rinsed and ready, and the bay belongs to you until well after sunset.
The Chef plates a multi-course dinner under candlelight on the aft deck — Adriatic fish, hand-cut Pelješac meats, fresh herbs from island gardens. No reservation, no neighbours, no closing time.
The Chef plates a multi-course dinner under candlelight on the aft deck — Adriatic fish, hand-cut Pelješac meats, fresh herbs from island gardens. No reservation, no neighbours, no closing time.
The cocktail bar opens on the flybridge. The Milky Way is unobstructed this far from shore. Premium cognacs, a Cuban if you like, and the sound of the rigging tapping a slow rhythm into a windless night.
The cocktail bar opens on the flybridge. The Milky Way is unobstructed this far from shore. Premium cognacs, a Cuban if you like, and the sound of the rigging tapping a slow rhythm into a windless night.
You wake to flat water and the smell of coffee. The deckhand has already laid towels and a swim ladder. Breakfast is fresh fruit, warm pastries, and an Adriatic so still it mirrors the sky before you cruise home.
You wake to flat water and the smell of coffee. The deckhand has already laid towels and a swim ladder. Breakfast is fresh fruit, warm pastries, and an Adriatic so still it mirrors the sky before you cruise home.
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