Where would you like to charter?

The world's most-chartered cruising ground. Short hops, easy anchorages, calm waters.

American sailing in the Caribbean. Same waters as the BVI, no passport needed.

365 islands of impossibly clear water. Sandbars, blue holes, almost no crowds.

Loyalist clapboard towns. The Hope Town light after dark. Sandbars at low tide, pigs at No Name Cay. The protected-water Bahamas.

Three islands, three flavors. French food, Dutch nightlife, billionaire's playground.

Tobago Cays. Mustique. The Caribbean's most photogenic anchorages.

Twin Pitons over the mooring field. Marigot's hurricane hole. Reef off the swim platform. The Windwards fleet, one island north.

Quieter cousins to the BVI. Culebra, Vieques, and Puerto Rico's outer cays.

Reef, jungle, ruins. The Caribbean's wildest charter ground.

The Caribbean's sailing capital. 365 beaches, Nelson's Dockyard, and Barbuda's empty pink sand.

Cyclades island-hopping. Whitewashed villages, Aegean blue, slow tavernas.

The Dalmatian coast. Medieval walled towns, secret coves, lavender hills.

Medieval walls dropping into the water, a baroque church on an island made from sunken ships, the Sveti Stefan silhouette offshore. The Adriatic week that looks like nowhere else in Europe.

Bodrum, Göcek, Kekova's sunken city. Premium motor yachts on the coast where the meltemi runs out.

Cliff-stacked villages and long lunches the tender reaches. The Italian summer the boat makes possible.

Costa Smeralda's granite coves and Bonifacio's cliffs. The Mediterranean the Italians and French keep for themselves.

Stromboli erupting off Panarea, Taormina above the Greek amphitheatre with Etna behind, the Cappella Palatina at Palermo. The volcanic-Italian week with three thousand years of layered antiquity.

Portofino, Cinque Terre, and the Tuscan archipelago. The quieter Italian week than Amalfi or the Côte d'Azur.

Mallorca's mountain coast, Ibiza and Formentera's anchorages, and a yacht-only national park between them.

Bora Bora, Tahaa, Moorea. Overwater bungalows on a yacht's terms.

Bartolomé, Fernandina, Genovesa. Private expedition yachts on a National Park itinerary.

Newport's Gilded Age harbor, the grey-shingled Islands, and the Maine coast to Acadia. The classic American summer, taken by water.

Tracy Arm calving ice. Frederick Sound bubble-nets. Bears on the salmon run. A small expedition fleet, four months a year — and almost nobody knows it's charterable.

Fort Jefferson at dusk. Mahi on the transit. Duval Street’s last call. America’s island chain, marina to marina.