One last boat? Yeah right…
“She arrived here at Whangapoua Inlet and the people stuck her on a mooring, then disappeared.” After he’d saved her from sinking two or three times, Jim tracked down the owner. “He wasn’t interested in the boat – he just wanted to get rid of her. I was getting sick of pumping her out – but she was too good to let her sink.”
“How much do you want for her?” he asked the owner. “Aahh, three bottles of rum,” was the reply. “Which
