With patches of rust scattered along the dull maroon waterline, ugly streaks on the small white cabin, and paint flaking off its faded black hull, the fishing trawler seemed a most unremarkable, dingy vessel that for years, slouched low in the open at its mooring, next to the stone walled ruins of the Curacao Trading Company complex. The name on the bow smudged in places but that on the stern still clear in uniform letters proclaimed the overly optimistic scrawl, “Summer Bliss” with the home port “Georgetown” neatly stencilled below.
Yet nearly five years on, it might as well have been “Something Amiss” or “Bummer Remiss” as we are no closer to any satisfactory public answers in the mysterious ownership, origin, Ocean 11-daring theft and rapid disappearance of the astonishing 70 refined bars or 476 pounds of glittering gold stashed on the drab Guyanese boat, soon after it docked in the
