The last thing Mary Anne and I were interested in after 55 days of taking turns cooking en-route was preparing another meal aboard Traversay III.
So, in the early evening, we set out towards Zizzi's, an appealing Italian restaurant with a familiar name from our London days.
In a short time, the firemen arrived and tamed the flames with their much larger hoses. Of course, unlike in a house fire where all that water flows away or fills the basement - it sinks a boat lower and lower in the water!
By morning, the bow was all that was visible; Traversay III sits a few slips down in the background. Fortunately, a favorable wind direction [for us] spared us any of the acrid smoke.
And as if all this excitement weren't enough, the dive team then arrived to tidy things up.
At first, all their busy-work seemed to have little effect as they started various compressors and a hard-hat diver positioned air bags around the sunken hull.
Finally, diving was done and pumps emptied the remaining water from the hull, The derelict was subsequently towed away to a lift where the insurers could begin to contemplate the nature of their loss.
All was again quiet and tidy in our Townsville marina.