she may have seen better days, but her best days are not behind her. not yet.
waiting there, beneath her forgotten exterior are memories of sun-kissed days, warm breezes wafting over her bow, and laughter onboard.
tawny limbs, lightly toasted by the sun, once stretched out on her deck. and they could again.
beads of sweat glistening on a cold bottle of beer. or better yet, a cold glass of bubbly.
lazy afternoons whiled away on gentle seas. picturesque harbors approached at evening. romantic dinners, tinkling laughter and clinking glasses.
all it would take is a little loving care and she'd be ready for all of that once again. breezy days and romantic evenings.