The sails need setting, lines need coiling, and the anchor needs weighing. We all pitch in and by the end of the week everyone is an ol' salt. And we're off. Sailing off the anchor powered by wind alone. No sound of an engine, no smell of diesel fumes, just the water lapping on the hull and the sound of seabirds, ospreys, or even an eagle as we sail by.
Lunch is brought on deck.
Being out in the salt air makes everyone hungry, and everyone munches and enjoys getting to know their shipmates. After the decks are tidied and lunch is put away, all settle in. Some start that book they've been itching to read, others a needlepoint project, more are seen back on the quarterdeck, learning a bit of navigation or listening to a story of the Captain's many adventures at sea. Others still are found with binoculars, watching the marine and bird life and hoping to see a whale. The Captain heads the ship to a protected harbor and we drop anchor for the night.