You want the boat that makes you feel this ---
" “Master and Owner of the Racundra.” Does any man need a prouder title or description? In moments of humiliation, those are the words that I shall whisper to myself for comfort. I ask no others on my grave."
--Arthur Ransome, "Racundra’s First Cruise"
--From a review of "Racunda's First Cruise":
"Racundra (owner and master Mr. Arthur Ransome, who is well known to our readers as a skilled navigator in the troubled waters of European policy), is that ideal craft that is just big enough to go anywhere. One need not sail such a yacht to Callao to get the most of her. It is the fact that one could that counts. It may be that one is merely dropping down, say, the Firth of Clyde on a summer night, picking up in turn the Cumbrae, Holy Isle, and Ailsa Craig lights, with the few well-chosen messmates singing chanties in the tiny cockpit, and on the starboard bow the Arran mountains, rising black from the sea in the moonlight to their caps of white cloud. No farther than the Hebrides this time, it is agreed, and yet –. There's an abundance of stores aboard of her –tinned meats and biscuits and fruits enough for a month at sea, and even a keg of the "right Jamaica" that the old bold mate Henry Morgan affected. Her water-tank is newly filled. Her crew have been through much and never fallen out nor shirked. As for herself, she will stand up to anything, with her broad-beamed thirty feet of length and her staunch, simple rig. Why not go on, and on, and see strange parts and different sorts of men and many wonders? No yachtsman but has this feeling if he loves the sea and trusts his craft and the men who sail with him. That is why Mr. Arthur Ransome's book will make most of them jealous. For he has had the courage of his aspiration.
Racundra, for long a dream demanding realisation, was built last year at Riga to the plans of her owner and of the "the best designer in the Baltic". She is a centre-board ketch, not quite thirty feet long, with a twelve-foot beam and a five-horse-power auxiliary which Mr. Ransome in the course of a 500-mile cruise in difficult waters and in sorts of weather disdained to use.
She was to be a cruising boat that one man could manage if need be, but on which three could live comfortably. She was to have a writing-table and book-case, a place for a typewriter, broad bunks where a man might lay him down and rest without bruising knee and elbow with each unconsidered movement . . . She should not be fast, but she should be fit to keep the sea when other little boats were scuttling for shelter. In fact, she was to be the boat that every man would wish who likes to move from port to port, a little ship in which in temperate climates a man might live from year's end to year's end."
The Saga of Jim, and the Boat Who Became Dragon Wing
--what hard work & stick-to-it-iveness can do.