Many many years ago before I became a boater, my brother was given a yacht. He called it a yacht, and at the time and not knowing anything it sounded great to me as well.
I once took a look at it while it was on the hard
in a weedy lot. Upon my unprofessional inspection
and ignorance I was still able to deduct that knowing my brother who had no skills, time, or money
, that it would be best for him and our family
if he walked away from the boat. For this yacht - - as he so liked to speak the word to hear such classy sound roll forth from his tongue - - was neither sea worthy nor land worthy.
He never walked away from his yacht but he never walked toward it as well. His yacht has become a decaying fixture to the weedy now woody lot as part of his contribution to the wildlife preservation effort.
There are many ways to spare oneself and loved ones of nautical pain.