The sun came out and a good stiff wind prevailed to top the test sail off as exhilarating. We were sold and it showed as we laughed out loud with glee, heeled over sailing to windward at 8 knots, oblivious to crab pots and reefs and Russ’ cut hand bleeding on the cockpit sole. The Agent’s representative luckily took responsibility for us giddy customers and smiled knowing we were hooked.
It was love at first sight and the name rang true to the Zulu tribe I grew up with in Natal, South Africa. The owner was a Scot, and named the boat after a class of Scottish fishing boats called Zulu. The twine did meet. And the day we took delivery the owner, his wife, and two sons quietly cast us the lines with sweet melancholy.
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