To My Valentine!
My Dearest Albatross,
Starting off, writing a love letter to my boat. Feels a bit daft, doesn't it? But you, my dear, deserve more than just a quick scrub-down and a pat on the hull. You're a beaut, even with that slightly wonky rudder.
I remember spotting you in the marina – a bit like seeing a slightly scruffy, but undeniably charming, stray dog. Needed some work, sure, but I saw the glint in your… uh… porthole? Anyway, I knew we'd get along.
We've had some adventures, haven't we? You've taught me that "sailing" often involves a lot more "swearing at tangled lines" than I'd anticipated. And I've taught you… well, how to not look like you've been dragged through a seaweed forest backwards. It's been a learning curve, for both of us.
Remember that time we almost ran aground near that nudist beach? Good times! Or that squall that had me clinging to the mast like a terrified turtle? You handled it like a pro, while I mostly just made embarrassing noises. Thanks for not dumping me overboard.
You're not just a pile of fiberglass and rigging, Albatross. You're my floating escape pod, my therapist's couch (with a better view), and the reason my neighbors think I've finally lost it (talking to a boat, honestly!). You're the creak, the splash, the occasional seagull dropping – the whole salty, sun-drenched package.
So, here's to more near-disasters, questionable navigation decisions, and breathtaking sunsets. Here's to you, my slightly leaky, undeniably lovable, floating money pit.
With a bucketful of affection (and a healthy dose of sealant),
Your Captain (and slightly obsessed owner),
Elias
