We had thought we were going on a sailing trip.
At least, that’s how it was pitched to us. But when we set out in the 38-foot Bantry Bay gigs, there was no wind. Therefore, the oars were distributed, and the ten of us rowed out of the harbor, stroke by stroke.
For the next six hours, we headed east over the gentle three-foot swells that were the only remaining vestiges of the previous day’s storm. For a while, we caught some wind and made way toward our destination, but the configuration of our sails made it impossible to sail upwind, and the wind shifted unhelpfully.
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