The boat sits patiently on her mooring day after day, in a never ending test against the elements. She waits for me to take her out and dive into waves head first, raise sails and roll with every gust of wind stressing the mast and shrouds. Vegetation grows on her underside like a thick, green five o’clock shadow wisping back and forth with the currents. The ocean never loses and like a floating hour glass, Big G holds her ground and stands against the elements as best she can. There may come a day when my gentle boat will endure no more and rest on the ocean floor.