Debate ensues. Amid the cool shadows, cream canvas, wooden deadeyes and varnished brightwork of Piriac's 'classics row.'
Two crew, raised in the true traditions of a Republic, means two skippers aboard.
A democratic decision is soon reached. The yankee is duly lowered, tamed and bagged.
Silence falls. Whilst ancient mariners warm their greenheart bones in the afternoon sun.
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