I wanted something small enough that I could singlehand but comfortable enough that I could anchor out on the weekends and judge if you will, a bathroom was and still is, important to me. This put me squarely in pocket-cruiser territory and I was rooting for a Norsea 27. I looked at several in varying degrees of decline before I came across the Dana. A friend, sailing instructor, and fellow Dana owner went through her with a fine toothed comb and declared that while I didn’t have to get her, I wasn’t going to find anything in better condition. The engine died on three separate sea trials. I had never…