Omens of postcards depicting burning Viking ships not withstanding, really it was a giant light soon to be illumnated on the whole debacle. A tipping point for sure I suppose.
Greig and I were already tired from doing all this. Altruistic as it was, it just never worked for me and I found the responsibility too overwhelming. You see I am too much of a perfectionist and workaholic and I get agro when I am running around trying to make things better, for everyone, while others parasite off of me. It just took a bit longer and for more shit to hit the fan for Greig to realize it too. We were shutting things down anyway. We just hoped we'd have a bit more time to do so. We didn't. We don't.
And in the meantime the ship the Bowie is getting robbed blind. We've had four port holes go missing. Now the magnets off the Binnical and other parts out of the wheelhouse in Dosha's room.
There is a consummate effort to keep us out of the marina ensuring that we can't be there so it can be raped more fully of its assets. Too bad too as all this time we've really been trying to keep it all intact. Funny thing was there is more theft now that we're not there as much than in all the time we were there.
As usual it isn't strangers you have to worry about. Its the people you know.