6/13/2023 0 Comments Privateer save game editor![]() ![]() ![]() Condemned by my insurer after being knocked over in a Fall River marina, she is now the property of the salvor who – in league with my insurer – acquired her after she was declared a total loss. This is the mythical Mutia Escarpment – Tarzan’s fictional jungle domain – with its riches of ivory, the cementerio de elefantes, the place where old boats go to die, their bones plucked and scattered by vultures. I drive by here almost every day to see if she’s still there. In her prime, with her deep, full keel, and conservative attributes, she was probably capable of sailing around the world. Geez, John Alden gave her beautiful lines. ![]() My wooden sailboat Privateer, on stands at the far end of the pen, awaits her fate. All patiently await their destruction by a hydraulic yellow monster. Some of them were condemned and some were abandoned – both power and sail – and while most are fiberglass, several are wood. Inside is a sad collection of old and derelict boats. I peer through the chain-link fence, fingers grasping the rusty wire, feeling like I’m on the outside of a detention center. Her hull wracked and distorted, she was declared a total loss. Privateer (red bottom) after she was dealt a deathblow by a neighboring boat.
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