O'Keefe stood outside laughing.

The Suwarna, her engines silent, was making fine headway under all sail, the Brunhilda skipping in her wake cheerfully with half her canvas up.
The sea was crisping and dimpling under the wind.

Blue and white was the world as far as the eye could reach.

Schools of little silvery green flying fish broke through the water rushing on each side of us; flashed for an instant and were gone.

Behind us gulls hovered and dipped.