No race.
Louring and overcast with no wind and a strong tide. Supposedly the first race of the season. The only race was – for those foolish enough to cast off – only about how fast they could make it back to their moorings. Thalia set off earliest and managed to use the last zephyr to actually make it OUT of the mooring field. The rest simply went backwards on the tide until given a tow by Jacob, our new bosun.
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