Sliding along the yards that hold the sails lengthwise, the sailors tie them up or release them, with nothing but air between them and the sea below. The sailors say they develop a bond with the Gazela doing that sort of work. And I think tall ships are beautiful. Everything about them. Some people like flowers.
Some people love classical music.
She's healed a lot of us. Limited peripheral vision may end his days on the racetrack, but on the Gazela he is among the first to scale the rig or jump at an officer's orders. Life below decks could hardly be more different than life above. Below, it's cramped, often foul-smelling, and bathed at night in red light to aid night vision. The crew sleeps on yellow sponge mattresses in tightly packed bunks no more than three feet high and not much more across.