The dawn brought a clear sky and brisk wind, and they had three fine days of sailing after that – days where the white horses chased them across the ocean, where the sail snapped and ruffled, with the wind shooting after them as they danced with Swiftwings. They only stopped when the sun began to turn the green sky into fire and they were too tired to do anything other than roll into rugs in the welcoming sand. The mornings turned into brilliant diamond days, sweet and fresh, and the warm wood of the tiller welcomed them back as old friends as the wind bowed to them and Swiftwings began to fly.
– Excerpt from Salt Winds & Wandering
NB. Swiftwings is their boat.