Kailani Captain’s Log #1

My sailboat, Kailani, hasn’t left the dock in the year and a half since I bought it.

However, if some exasperated yacht owner had a gun to my head and asked me what the secret to sailboat ownership was I would say this: 

“it’s allll part of the fun baby (Austin Powers voice)” 

Every step and each successive complication to a two hour job that becomes an eight hour job is part of the fun. It’s a puzzle and another problem to test wits against, nothing more. When the owner/dreamer takes it personally, that’s when it all falls apart. There will be times when things go smoothly and the bolts will line up on the first try. Unfortunately for a majority of the jobs, shit hits the fan and you look like a moron.

Take for example, my own engine install on Kailani, though first I need to explain why Kailani needs a new engine in the first place.  

When I bought the boat, a young gentleman in the Army named John sold me a dream and he sold it well. He’d been living on the boat dockside for about a year and the interior was as homey as it gets. Warm string lights illuminated the interior wood paneling to hide the insulation and allowed a small A/C unit to keep the boat comfortable during summer. The galley which was also the salon was neatly organized, the centerpiece of it all was a beautiful wood table with coins and maps inlaid into its surface and the surrounding benches invited cozy conversation and respite from whatever the hell the ocean was doing outside.

On my first visit to the boat the fridge was stocked with beers and John and I shared a few over sunset as we talked about Kailani’s history.

Eventually we came to the issue of the engine. The original powerplant was a Volvo MD11C which is a durable, two-cylinder, 23hp marine diesel engine from the 1970s/80s. On John’s maiden voyage off the dock, the Volvo seized and brutally dismantled the buzz I have no doubt he was working on all afternoon. John is not particularly mechanically inclined and after doing nothing but stressing and letting the engine sit for far too long, he eventually addressed the issue.

He removed the engine from the boat, which is no small feat, it's 550 lbs, and carted it over to an excellent mechanic who worked several slips down on his own boat Maori Warrior II. He begged the mechanic, named Russ, to “please please please just get it running again so I can sell it.” Russ thought he could get it running but knew from the get-go that Kailani wouldn’t be crossing oceans with this engine in it.

So now what John needed was a sucker who wouldn't ask him too many prying questions about the engine AND pay him enough for the boat so he could escape his debts. For a 50 year old sailboat. With no engine.

Here’s where I come in.