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It seems that you were unfortunate enough to encounter on two occasions people who were callous enough to try and exploit the situation they put themselves in.
On a much lighter note I was once credited with saving a life, not at sea but in a swimming pool. Somewhere on the West African coast we were in a dingy hotel with a swimming pool out the back. We had a first trip cadet called Spewy Hughey because he could not get his sea legs. We were all well bevied and I saw Spewy dive into the pool. I thought it would be fun to hand him his shirt when he surfaced by the springboard so I grabbed it and ran out. From that perspective I could see that he was in trouble and I dived in and got him poolside. As it happened he lived about two minutes from my home and I was invited to dinner and treated very well by the family. Spewy never went to sea again and I did not call him by that name at dinner though I can't remember now what his proper name was.
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