There is magic at play in the heart of Thunder. The 50-metre Oceanfast has an interior that could stoke any imagination. And as with many things that cast a spell, there’s a slight tinge of something menacing here as well. Or at least that was the distinct feeling I got as I stepped into the yacht’s main saloon recently alongside IYC broker Mark Elliott. It’s a kaleidoscopic vision with sharp, oblong shapes, funhouse mirrors and immaculately upholstered pieces of furniture that curve and undulate like a body. As I looked around the space for the first time, my brain froze, overwhelmed by the cacophony of visuals. I heard Elliott, standing next to me, release a small sigh before saying, “If these walls could talk.” And then I heard another voice answer, “Oh but I think they can...”
I hadn’t realised we weren’t alone, and my head snapped to attention to see who had answered Elliott so confidently and cryptically. Standing at the forward end of the saloon, near a stingrayskin-wrapped railing that slithered through hairpin turns, stood a small, wraithlike man
