The first boat I looked at was Gecko, which was the only boat my dad was visibly excited to go see. On a rainy May morning in 2017, the two of us set off on a three-hour drive to Salem, Massachusetts. Gecko (then Seamark) was on the hard, and my dad and I first walked underneath her to inspect the hull. With her fin keel and transom-hung rudder, we were already salivating before we had even checked out the topsides. We climbed aboard, and I wiggled around with my cast held aloft, trying not to get too excited, because this boat seemed perfect. After my dad conducted a thorough survey, the two of us convened on the bow to have a private conversation. “I think this might be the one,” I said. My dad, ever the silent type, just grinned.