While we were off the West Coast of Vancouver Island and I was on watch, I felt like the boat had slowed down a touch. The wind was the same and I spent about 30 minutes trying to tweak the sails to regain the lost quarter or half knot. Carol came up and I complained to him that we had slowed down and he looked backwards at our trailing line and hook and yelled "FISH!"
I feel ready for some kind of zen master sailing award now (snort).
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