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Swept Out to Sea

W. Bert Foster - Swept Out to Sea

Swept Out to Sea

Synopsis

In Which My Cousin and I have a Serious Falling Out The wind had died to just a breath, barely filling the canvas of the Wavecrest. We were slowly making the mouth of the inlet at Bolderhead after a day‟s fishing. Occasionally as the fitful breeze swooped down the sloop made a pretty little run, then she‟d sulk, with the sail flapping, till another puff came. I lay in the stern with my hand on the tiller, half asleep, while Paul Downes, my cousin, was stretched forward of the mast, wholly in dreamland. A little roll of the sloop as she tacked, almost threw him into the water and he awoke with a snarl and sat up.