Monday, October 22, 2012

My new boat…well not yet

Just a week after I wrote about the “ask and you shall receive” phenomenon surrounding the Universe and Smithtown Bay, I have received a new boat! Well, not really. Well, maybe. I found this boat (see photo) washed ashore on Sunday. I immediately called the non emergency number for the Suffolk County Police, but after being on hold for 15 minutes I just called my favorite Suffolk County Marine Patrol Police Officer and reported it, just in case someone was looking for a missing boat. Turns out the boat is from Connecticut. No one had been aboard when it drifted across the Sound. I don’t know yet if the rightful owner will be coming to pick it up. But if the owner fails to retrieve the boat, it can be salvaged by a private party (me) who can make a claim against the owner under Admiralty Law.
My guess is that by the time that guy gets here, the motor will be missing and anything that is not nailed down will be gone and on EBay. But it’s cool to just day dream that I may be in the running to adopt this boat. I went to check on it again today and encourage it to hang around and wait for me. I said things like “Aye, you’re a sturdy ship.” And “Don’t fret, I’ll get your bilge pump working again.” I figure this will give me an edge if I have to present my case in court as to why I should be the boat’s new owner. Maybe instead of that suitcase full of money I have been waiting for, my ship has come in.
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  1. UnknownOctober 22, 2012 at 5:54 PM

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

    -- John Masefield, "Sea Fever"

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