“We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant bow cuts cleanly into the increasing chop of the waves. I take a deep breath and my chest expands and my heart starts thumping so strongly I fear the others might see it beat through the cloth of my jacket. I face the wind and my lips peel back from my teeth in a grin of pure joy.” InspirationalHeartMightFunnyBeautifulFacesJoyClearCuttingWindMy HeartPureBeatsBreathsLipsWaveTeethShipsChestsBowsSailSailingElegantJacketsHarborsDeep BreathTake A Deep BreathPure Joy Author:L.A. Meyer
“And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?" "The Foresail?" "Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called..." ..."The Next Sail, Sir?" "Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.” IfsThinkingMightWould BeNextVery GoodSailAlasThe Next One Book:Under the Jolly Roger: Being an Account of the Further Nautical Adventures of Jacky Faber Source: Under the Jolly Roger: Being an Account of the Further Nautical Adventures of Jacky Faber
