And so we waited, our eyes fixed on the boat's sail, grudging her every inch, just burning to fix things to suit us a little better.

And naturally she made the point in what I now know was only a fresh breeze, squared away, and dropped down before the wind toward Guaymas.
We walked back slowly to our camp, swallowing the copper taste of too hard a run.

Schwartz we picked up from a boulder, just recovering.

We were all of us crazy mad.

Schwartz half wept, and blamed and cussed.
Denton glowered away in silence.