That Blasted Boat Nectar

Well, wouldn’t you know it, my boat is full of nectar again. Boat nectar, I think they call it. I thought I cleaned it all out after the last incident, but there must’ve been…some kind of party. Yeah, that’s got to be it.

Gosh, when I inherited this thing the guys at the docks assured me that they weren’t THAT hard to take care of. Just let it sit at the docks, they said! Basically takes care of itself, they said! It’s not like I inherited a luxury cruise liner or anything. THAT I would’ve immediately sold, because I have no time for that noise, unless the cruise liner is not mine and I’m just going for a nice cruise on someone else’s boat.

No this isn’t much more than a dinghy, but I’ve still had to learn all kinds of nautical terms. Like…anchor winch. Melbourne has an actual industry based around anchor winches, and here’s me looking them up on the google just to see what they look like. I don’t want to look like a total dunce around the boat people who know boats, even though I’ve been a landlubber my entire life and that’s really what I am when it comes to the sea.

Still, we’ve had some fun, me and this boat. Once the outboard motor was repaired and the marine trailer repairs were done, I took it out to the open waters. Saw a manta ray, felt the sun on my face, cracked open a bottle of chilled orange juice and watched the sun set. Not a bad way to start off the summer. And then I started entertaining, because that’s what you do when you have a boat. You…entertain. You entertain guests. I want to share the wonders of having a boat with as many people as possible.

Still, there’s more maintenance than I was expecting, what with scraping barnacles off the bottom and the outboard motor breaking down because it’s about sixty years old. Guess I’ll just head along to the fine fellows of Melbourne who do outboard motor repair. And once it’s fixed? Back to entertaining.

-Carl