Master's Craftsman...

   From a mist, darkness parting; So mysterious the outline, shape of things
                                       To come,

   Like a good horse, closer nuzzling under the arm there feels the breath of life stirring.

   Creation of heart and hands of the sea, speaking trust, she feels peace

                                      and in tenderness awaits

                                      Her growth in patient increments.

               Molded of a Master's Hands, we grow together as One,

   She within me grows before me, vision of my dreams with each careful tooling touch -

   I within Him grow before Him, Master of the Winds and Sea that obey His every Will,

   Work I in careful patience the craft of life He teaches with His Son.

   These with mortal hands carry the reality of art into life, breathing the crisp air of the ocean's majestic power, rhythm of the waves in heart pounding move together;

   Bonding, building, expanding our dreams through the sweat and hopes

                                        of Triumphs won,

   In vision and sweep of blade, pull of mortal arm into dawn of eternal

                                        Victory

   We depend upon each other, live for each other as does He for us.

   Thus mortality speaks its lessons, stirring the dust of man into the

                                        Shape of things to come,

                                        Forever One.

                                                         - WKD

   So it continues, as the frames are now cut and, labled with their length on the ends of each piece, are soaking in a salt water solution awaiting their time in the steam box when it comes. With the Long'l stringers in place, the three jig frames are marked and set to hold each, as the frames are bent around them - set inside what will be the upper surface of the keel, outside of the long'ls, and tucked back inside the long'l gun'l "framing" to cool. The holes within the gun'ls are cut prior to receive the frame ends, then the real shaping begins at the bow and stern, bringing them all together.

   And Keilidgh Irene really begins to look like the living creature of the sea she has been conceived to become...

                                                   WKD