The Arrival of Fata Morgana

Here she comes, graceful and languorous like a figure skating matron, gliding slowly on her enormous white-and-blue skates, as if floating above the water, barely touching it. We are standing on the pier expecting her, all four of us, looking flabbergasted as if a spaceship has just landed and we are the only witnesses to a luminous miracle. The afternoon sun setting behind us transforms everything into gold. The water in the little harbor is no longer water but flaming lava, the big fishing boats perched on the opposite shore are no longer rusty but gilded and shiny, yet we don’t see them. We only see Fata Morgana and the halo that surrounds her. She is indeed a beautiful vision, but unlike a mirage, she is real and so close now, we can finally touch her.

We help tying the lines to the dock. Instead of suspicious green Martians, out of the boat hops our broker Vanessa smiling and hands us the keys. She is all yours now, congratulations!

When adopting an exotic creature, you have to approach it with caution. You have to face it, let it smell you, tame it bit by bit. Only then, only after you know the creature and it knows you, it is truly yours. But at first, you have no clue what to do with it, so you just stay at a safe distance and look at it. And it looks at you. And this is important, the getting used to one another, the getting to know one another, and it is a long process. And even after years surprises are to be expected. Same with boats.

‘Taming’ is an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties. To us, the boat is still nothing more than a boat who is just like a hundred thousand other boats. To the boat, we are nothing more than a family like a hundred thousand other families. But if we tame the boat, then we shall need each other. To us, she will be unique in all the world. To her, we shall be unique in all the world . . .

After Fata Morgana arrives at the 3D Boatyard in Key West on April 1, she is lifted out of the water, like a sedated exotic creature, by a funny looking remote-control crane, transported, and gently placed atop four wooden crates with sandbags in a corner of the yard between two other boats. We slowly start exploring her as we have no clue what to do first. We need to domesticate her. To tame her.

Fata Morgana

Fata Morgana


with inspirations from: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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9 thoughts on “The Arrival of Fata Morgana

  1. Greg

    Congratulations! Can’t wait to hear about the first sail!

    • Thanks! First sail will wait a couple of months…we are now working on the boat, getting her ready. And then- Cuba Libre!

  2. Happy day!! If you love her…..she will love you back! Congratulations!

  3. Joyce and Brian

    Congratulations! She “Fata Morgana” will keep you all safe. All the best to you and happy sailing.

  4. Mnogo e hubava,kasmet s neq i samo popatni vetrove v posokata ,nakadeto iskate da vi vodqt valnite i vqtarat.S netarpenie ste chakam parvoto vi plavanei razkaza za nego :*

  5. Ooooo,vsichko cheta i sam navsqkade s vas i prejivqvam opisanoto ot vas v tozi blog.Imate specialni pozdravi ot basta mii maika mi.Radvat se na smelostta vi i golemiqt duh ,koito nosite .Celuvki ot men i do skoro tuk.I da iztarkate dobre noviqt si dom 🙂

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