Southwesterly (156 Words) There was no doubt the wind was right. It was a strong southwesterly. Even so, Marina’s hand clenched on the tiller. “You’re crazy!” she said. “There’s no way we can do this!”
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Southwesterly (156 Words) There was no doubt the wind was right. It was a strong southwesterly. Even so, Marina’s hand clenched on the tiller. “You’re crazy!” she said. “There’s no way we can do this!”