I never thought I would make it to 44 years old. I’ve lived numerous lives since 1978, from avid conservatism to undercover sting operations, all to be abandoned, slowly decaying in the sea I once explored and loved. I missed the days of hosting people out at sea to share moments of laughter, peace, joy and love, especially during a sunset. “That must be the cycle of life,” I thought to myself as I sighed, wondering if I’d ever live moments like these again… 

 

One day, an white-haired gentleman came across my path. Instead of seeing despair and decay, he saw me: my beauty, my potential, my soul. Despite my rotten beams, broken stairs, and the family of iguanas in the master suite, Winston reminded me that I’m alive, and I have so much more to live.

 

Winston was the most reliable and loving  partner I’d had. (I guess the third time really is a charm.) He pampered me back to life with incredible upgrades. More powerful than ever before, I am in my prime.

 

My sweet Winston did all that he could for me and was ready to move on. Lucky for me, his grand-daughter Estefania has taken on the responsibility of dolling me up so that I can get back to doing what I do best, hosting people and moments at sea.