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"Aloha, baby boat! Beautiful afternoon for some maintenance, eh? Oh by the way, how did you fair from last night's rain?" "Skipper! Aloha E! I am fine ... um, oh yeah, fine as frog hair *tee-hee* Actually, the new tarp you put over my cabin worked great! Check out my nice, dry bilges! It feels so good to be dry, skipper." "I bet it does! I suspect all that water I had to bail was from the pressure washing I gave you three weeks ago. But just in case, I'm going down below the quarterberth, and check your keel cable standpipe and thru-hull." Ole stepped aboard, and opened up Pualani's companionway, slowly made his way down the steps, and turned and removed the quarterberth cushions. Bending down, he crawled into the berth, lifted the berth bilge hatch cover, and shone his flashlight down into Pualani's lower hull. "Well, Glory Be! Pu, the thru-hull is dry as a bone. Hmm, got some rust and corrosion on the hose clamps, but the hose itself looks ok. I'll put that on the list of things to fix when we get you hauled out." "Awesome, Skipper! Um, what's the power cable and heat gun for?" A hint of anxiousness crept into Pualani's normally soft, liquid voice. "Not to worry, lassie, I'm going to remove your old name letters on your aft quarters. They spell "Windbourne", and that's not your name now. Let's get you shifted around so I can reach them." "Ok, Skipper, but please be careful and don't let go of me. This wind is still kinda strong, and I don't want to drift away." "No sweaty-da, lass. I'll keep a line on you the whole time." Ole loosened Pualani's docklines, secured a line to her bow cleat, and shifted her in her slip until she was diagonal, and her stern quarter was next to the finger slip end, then secured her fore and aft. He rigged the extension cord and heat gun, then proceeded to heat up each letter, getntly scraping them off as they softened under the heat of the gun. "Woo! Kinda hot, but it tickles too! Don't burn my gelcoat, Skipper! I want to look my best, y'know..." "All under control, lass ... there, all done! What do ya' think, Pu?" A sudden shriek filled Ole's head! "EEEEK! I'm nameless! Skipper, help!" "Aw, lassie! Calm down! You have a name, "Pualani Nui", my Big Heavenly Flower, and as soon as I pack up and button you up for the night, I am going home and start work on your new nameboards. We'll hang them from your pushpit guardrails, port and starboard, so there'll be no doubt who you are, and where your homeport is, MCB Quantico." "Phew! You had me worried there, Skipper. OK, I'll wait, but please hurry with my new nameboards. Otherwise, the other boats will make fun of me if you don't." "I'm on it, lassie, don't you worry." Ole replied, as he finished securing Pualani, gathered up his tools, and headed up the dock to Big Tater, waiting in the parking lot to take his aching body home. He turned, took a last look at his beloved boat and said softly, "Aloha, baby boat. Be good, and stay afloat." "Aloha, Skipper. A hui hu, hurry back."
Al and Bernadette, "Pualani Nui", '82 C25 SR/SK, homeport MCB Quantico
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