We were just about an hour out of Visby when a Swedish Search & Rescue helicopter appeared overhead. After matching our speed for a few minutes, the Captain announced that they needed to practice a rescue on our ship. We all ran to the gym to get a good view of the operation (first time I had seen the gym), and watched as they lowered a guy on our back deck just outside the Lounge. All the women onboard commented he was very “cute” in his orange jumpsuit. Patrick, the hotel manager, handed him a black bag, the heliocopter returned, dropped a line, plucked him off the deck, and off they went. Patrick later admitted that the black bag contained a bottle of single-malt scotch and an assortment of other goodies. It seems that every time our ship passes near Gotland, the Swedish Coast Guard determines that they need to practice.