A life on the ocean wave.
Riding along on the crest of a wave
Splice the mainbrace
Shiver me timbers
In search of the North West Passage
The sun is over the yardarm
The white hot sun beat down on the water, its glare blinding the weekenders that had turned out for a sail. There was not a breath of air and the sails on the small boats struggled to fill, the occasional lifeless flap offering little grounds for optimism.
They sat at the edge of the water waiting. Occasionally someone would get a cold drink out of the picnic bag. It wasn’t a bad way to spend the afternoon. Although there was no sailing it was too hot to do anything else and dangling your legs in the water was a good way of cooling off.
As the heat of the day died away the barbecue lit itself and the beers came out.