I'm going to leave it stocked and set the sails and allow it to plow the sounding furrows and eventually sink as it lists.
I looked for the key to scuttle it, but couldn't find it.
The Bounty mutineers, on arriving on Pitcairn, debated what to do with the ship. I think they should've cast it adrift under full sail. I like to imagine the Bounty still out there somewhere on the high seas, with no direction home.
Instead they burned it. Where's the imagination in that?
I'm going to cut all my references and links and set this craft floating free. I met some friends here. Goodbye, friends. Most of you have already abandoned ship. It's all right. Really.
From where the sun now sits, I will sail this barge no more forever.