Storm Shortened, Still Spotless

Hi! I’m Mignonne, a sleek 4-cabin catamaran docked in the sun-drenched marina of Zadar.

My guests this week set off under a soft September sun. We glided through Kornati’s stone corridors, anchored in Telašćica’s quiet arms, and dipped into bays around Žut and Pašman where the sea turns silver at sunset.

But the wind began to shift early, and they chose caution over adventure. We came home a day ahead of schedule. They packed quickly, left quietly.

My base crew, though—they were faster than the storm. My lines were retied, the toilet pump reset, a cracked hatch handle replaced. Every smudge wiped clean. Even the trash someone hid near my anchor locker disappeared like it had never been there.

Nothing lingers long here. Not scuffs, not clutter, not worry. Even the breeze left cleaner than it came. I’m proud of the hands that keep me charter-ready, no matter the forecast.*