Clean My Boat
Vanessa struggled, turning the wheel to the boat in every other direction. On each spin, the boat would veer off in a different direction than before. Jeff laughed, jokingly mocking her for her boat driving skills. For some reason, Vanessa was sure that she knew what she was doing. Her expression was stern without care. The ocean was in sight and she was sure to get them to it. If only she wasn't nearly crashing into the stone walkways at the side of the canal, everybody could be confident in their safety.
Escaping into the ocean, a wave smacked against the side of their boat, nearly tipping it over. Everyone, including the cargo, fell around the ship. Vanessa recalled Dave teaching going over waves to avoid getting tipped. On that memory, she spun the boat, taking a few more waves to the side before she got the boat oriented against them.
Jeff clung to a flag pole, "You got it, Vanessa"?
Vanessa had adjusted the sail post to catch wind, "Is super, I like"!