'Twas a beautiful day to mess about with boats.
Ahoy, ye life-matey! Are ye marooned upon the mast? Take heed lest ye fall and dance the hempen jig with none to pine for thee!
Oh. Except me. I'd pine.
Hoist the main!
Who's that lurking behind the canvas?
Oh sky! ♪ Sing to me a blue song of sunshine and tell the lake and yours so true where hide scallywag fish and seagull ne'er-do-wells! ♪
The sails went up and I, with the lull and lilt of water nudges and the sporatic *tingting* of rigging and mast, fought heavy eyes in vain and fell asleep in a moment. What I thought was ten minutes was sixty minutes of pure, dozey, sailboat heaven. Bliss!