Rising with the Ship’s Bell
The Athena used to be a trawler. It still was a trawler, I guess, underneath all that very un-trawler-like white paint that now covered her stem to stern. With some blue trim here and there to un-trawler her further.
I like boats. I have always liked boats. Dad had a couple, and I liked going out with him, riding the Gulf of Bothnia — not quite the Baltic Sea this…