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Help me.  Help me, help you.  Help me help you.  Thats right, I’m going to give one of my readers one thousand dollars.  Why?  ‘Cause I dig you and also because I want you to help spread the word about The Salish Sea’s most beautiful and distinctive Micro Ship, Siren.  She needs a new steward.

36' Pinky Schooner for sale

Who hasn’t dreamed of sailing over the horizon or maybe just across the bay?  Siren is ready to set sail today for any place on earth.  The is finely fitted with every option known to man from her water maker to her hydraulic steering.

This boat has essentially never been used and all her systems are brand spanking new.  Add a few cases of beer and a couple cans of beans and you are off.  She has refrigeration, diesel heat and everything in between.

Siren is 100% turn key and built just for you.

36'Colvin Pinky Schooner For Sale

All you have to do is spread the word, if you help me ring a new steward for Siren I will give you a cool grand. 1000 smackaroonies. See full spec’s here.

36' Pinky Schooner for sale

36' Pinky Schooner for sale

36' Pinky Schooner for sale

36' Pinky Schooner for sale

36' Pinky Schooner for sale

“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.

“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.

What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.

The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life? ”
― Sterling Hayden, Wanderer