I had a great friend who built (by sheer force of will and tenacity) a 90' gaff rigged ferro schooner. Being a traditional rigger, with an obsession with marlingspike seamanship, I was frequently to be found aloft, splicing wires, worming, parcelling and serving over shrouds, or below decks working on bell ropes and Turks heads in crappy weather. Sadly my friend has passed on, and the schooner fell into the hands of some scurrilous owners, who lost her while smuggling drugs into NZ. RIP Capt. Pete, one of the best men I ever knew. Lonebird deserved a better fate, as did you.