Paper sails, in a cottage window, glow motionless, like the wings of a resting butterfly.
Below, moored boats doze beside the quay. Their reflections, barely ruffled, gently shimmer beneath them.
Breezes have been light, since the blow which Stargazer rode in. But tomorrow may bring a westerly wind. Only ten to twelve knots. However we would be on a fetch. Able to generate an apparent wind of fifteen to seventeen knots. Sufficient to reel off some sea miles.
Stargazer is ready, once more, for sea. Salt cleansed from clothing ; water and victuals aboard.
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