A Girl's Scream of Pleasure and Excitement

She had gone to the tiller and like some wild goddess of the foam, stood there, her long hair flying on the wet sea wind. Her fierce, bright eyes aglow with pleasure and excitement as she scanned the white ramparts of the coast down which we were hurtling. She took us down through an angry cauldron of sea and over a foaming bar where i cursed in my haste every ounce i had spent upon her into the quieter water beyond. We sailed into a fair green estuary, with woods on either hand dipping into the water and nodding to their own glistening reflections. As our sails came round the headland with one single accord, the population took to flight