You enjoy the land after so many hours in your sailboat. Walking around, you briefly eye the two other boats that are moored at the docks, a catamaran and a small scull.
After admiring the varying silhouettes of the trees growing on the butte many meters above you, you head back to your boat. Untying the mooring lines, you unfurl your stout green sail and push off into the blue blue waters. . . heading out into the open sea.
(Last refreshed by the breeze on 3/29/02002)