I put the all-black sails up and we are close-hauled on a starboard tack, making six-plus knots directly at the destination. So nice to have the motor off. Now I must find some form of sugar. Sadly, the world is now down five flying fish.
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Back on the Sails
Black sails up, close-hauled on starboard, six knots toward the destination. Engine off. Five flying fish, sadly, are not going to make it.
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The Locale
LAT 26.0919° N · LONG 113.6473° W
Position: 26°06'N, 113°39'W
Close hauled, starboard tack
Five flying fish: lost
