As if the world knew the race was done. The sea was flat, the air a stroke, the sky a glorious blue. No more the battle with wind and wave and rope, just relax and bask and wonder at what we'd come through.
The engines were on and the helm lashed such that we were turning a slow 1 knot circle, waiting for instructions from race control.
What else to do but have fun at the extremeties of the ship?
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