Picture Perfect Passage 3

As the gust of wind was captured by the vast sail, the boat picked up speed, and flew across the white-capped water. The ocean stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. Some of the more adventurous passengers were standing by the railing looking out into the ocean, as if they were trying to figure out the secrets of the Atlantic.

It was a cold night and every once in a while another puff of wind would come and chill them even more, eventually sending them inside to warm up. As it grew later and later more and more passengers decided to go inside. When the sun had been utterly swallowed by the horizon, the last of the passengers left the ice-cold deck for the cozy interior of the vessel.
              Slowly the crew started to trickle out and move around the deck with ease, like the water around the ships hull. They took down the sail; the boat slowing, and then starting to move forward slowly, then faster and faster as the immense motor attached to the stern, kicked in and warmed up. There was a slight hum as it started churning the water, which reverberated through the boat. As the boat coasted forward in the Atlantic it left behind its tall white wake, which in turn sank into the rest of the deep blue-black water.