The harbour came into view, its ancient stone walls dark with centuries of spray, fishing boats bobbing gently in their moorings like they always had. Except there, gleaming among the working vessels like a swan among ducks, floated a brand new yacht. I’d almost had fucking a heart attack. The Selkie’s Heart. A Hallberg-Rassy 40C—my absolute dream boat. It was a battle not to wet myself in excitement.
