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>"Um...Anon."
Looks up with a smile from the his position at the tiller. "Yeah, what's up?"
>"Well, um...if you please...we have constant bearing decreasing range with sailing vessel STARFISH, bearing 165 deg. relative, range 100 yards."
Looks to the bearing Fluttershy indicated. "Hmmm? Aye, so it is! Well navigator, can you calculate a safe course to maintain STARFISH outside of 75 yards?"
>"Mmmm hmmm!" comes her enthusiastic reply. She takes out a maneuvering board and quickly calculates a safe course using the navigational methods Anon taught her before they got underway.
Anon looks on with pride in how fast she learned. "Ready?"
>"Yes! Safe course is 025 true!"
"Alright, we're gonna come to port and we've gotta tack. Prepare to tack!"
>Fluttershy puts on her serious face and salutes "Aye, aye, captain!" She looks around and puts a finger to her lip in confusion. "Um...um...how do I do that again, Anon? Sorry."
"When we tack, just release the starboard jib sheet and tighten the port one...yep, like that."
>Fluttershy grabs the lines and gets ready. She's sitting in position, wind whipping through her hair, looking pretty. "Ready to tack, captain!"
"Tack, ho." Anon puts the tiller over. Fluttershy works the jib sheets, cutely. The pass through the eye of the wind, the sails flap, then shift to the other side and fill with wind.
>"Eh!" says Fluttershy as she cinches down the port jib sheet.
The ship leans to the other side. Fluttershy looses her footing and trips. Luckily, Anon catches her with his free arm and she comes to a sitting position right next to him. "Good job, navigator!"
>"T-Thanks!"
Anon, leans in and kisses Fluttershy on the cheek.
>Fluttershy massively blushes, but when she recovers she kisses Anon on the check in kind.
The smile at each other and enjoy the wind and sun.
