Iguanasouth

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Wizardbuttercup

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Piperplume

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. Fighterround.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.