"Everything on the water is 'as-is' eventually," Elias countered. "I’m looking for a vessel, not a project that sinks at the slip."
The silence stretched, filled only by the distant crying of gulls. Finally, the broker pushed a pen across the table. buy second hand yacht
Two weeks later, the Stargazer hung in the slings of a travelift, her hull dripping. The surveyor’s hammer tapped along the hull— thud, thud, thud —searching for the hollow sound of delamination. When the report came back, it was a litany of sins: expired flares, a leaky stuffing box, and standing rigging that needed replacing. But the hull was sound. "Everything on the water is 'as-is' eventually," Elias