I was on my third trip up the dock for another load of gear when I noticed the red plastic “For Sale” sign neatly lashed to a pulpit with waxed marline. The sign read: 38-foot trawler, ready for world cruising, fully equipped, Must sell immediately, best offer by May 1. That skipper hadn’t been around the dock in a few weekends, which was unusual. I knew him, this fellow we’ll call Hal, but in the boating way rather than socially.