Her mainsail, boomed out, hung in loose folds.

The sheet, freed from all strain, was borne down by its own weight, until the slack of it dipped in the water.
Terns and gulls, at lazy rest, floated close to the yacht's side.

Long rows of dark cormorants, perched on rocky points, strained their necks and peered at her.

Innumerable jelly-fish spread and sucked together again their transparent bodies, reaching down and round about them with purple feelers.

Now and then some almost imperceptible breath of wind swayed the yacht's boom slowly forward against the loose runner and the stay, lifted the dripping sheet from the water, and half bellied the sail.