I didnít like that ship.
The lines were all wrong, and it was ugly. Especially for a vessel made at that time, back then they really knew how to make a good looking ship.
And this wasnít one of them.
No, the San Domino reeked of disrepair and blunt sloppy design.
But here she was, crossing the sill of the dry dock and I was tasked to make it seaworthy again. On the bow, I could see the owner full of false self-confidence.
Itís people like these who fuck up the waterfront, I thought before walking away from the dock.