So it was my birthday, and a friend says to me, “Why don’t we go sailing on the big water?”
I’d sailed in a small way before, but that sounded good. So off we set.
My friend let me take the tiller while he went up to the prow deck and relaxed in the sun. “Just keep your eye on the compass in front of you and trust that,” he said. “So long as it says what it says now, we’re going to be on course.”