Adamec Marine

Information

2026 Pioneer 222 Islander | Sea Foam Green Bottom • Pure White Sides | Yamaha F200
She launches like a torpedo with teeth.
Sea Foam Green bottom detonates against the ramp water, radioactive mint flashing under surgical-white sides that cut the dawn like a scalpel. Twist the key and the F200 erupts—one savage stab of throttle and she’s airborne, bow sky-high, carving a 50-yard trench of white fury.
Pure predator. No electronics. No fishboxes. No rod lockers. No SeaDek. Just mirror-slick gelcoat decks waiting to be baptized in blood and scales.
Blast across the inlet and she eats 3-foot seas like appetizers, deep-vee punching holes in the ocean while the white hull stays high and dry. Slam a 180 at 45 and she lays over hard, green bottom flashing skyward, dolphins surfing the wall of white water like they’re paid to perform.
Slide into the rip and a 40-pound smoker king detonates on your live threadfin—skyrockets five feet in the air, tail walking, reel screaming ZZZZZZZZZ. You chase it 360° on bare gelcoat, boots locked, rod doubled, the open deck your personal arena. When that silver missile finally slides aboard, the white deck turns war-paint red for ten seconds—hose blast and she’s showroom again.
Run 30 miles to the ledge because you woke up stupid. 108 gallons shrugs. Drop iron and a 60-pound cobia materializes out of nowhere, eats the jig, and tries to tow you to Cuba. Open cockpit turns into a gladiator pit—fish circling, rod hooped, you versus the beast with nothing but deck and determination.
Sunset throttle down at 50 mph, salt armor crusting the white sides, Sea Foam bottom glowing like a nuclear flare under the props.
2026 Pioneer 222 Islander
Sea Foam Green bottom. Snow White sides. Yamaha F200.
Naked. Vicious. Immortal.
She’s not here to take you fishing.
She’s here to start wars and collect bodies.