As with any square-rigger, the highest she could effectively sail was about six points off the wind. This gave, in modern sailing parlance, a tacking angle of about a hundred and thirty degrees.
Nine thousand square feet of canvas curved to the wind and sent us driving forward at eight knots or so.
Ball’s Pyramid. This is a thin needle of rock rising sheer and sharp out of the ocean to a height of nearly two thousand feet. It is truly extraordinary sight: the startlingly symmetrical legacy of a chance succession of tectonic upheavals and watery erosions beyond imagining.
We were at that stage not yet fully aware of it, but what was developing was the classic conflict between the schedules and demands of daily life on land, and the quite different rhythms and imperatives of nature itself.