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The Heegermeer is leaving the bow cuts through the waves. We sail in a small rented Falcon direction Heeg. My hair fluttering up and down in the wind. The sun is low and fades into the distance beyond the horizon. I'm rosy from the sun and the beer, tired from a long day of sailing.
The boat is crooked. Wim and I sit on the lee side on the edge of the deck with our feet in the tub. Jib and mainsail are intent of the wind. Jan is at the helm for the first time. "John, more to the wind and the sail tighter," says Wim. "Stop it, I can still also surf," says John. Gesturing I squeeze my eyes shut while I take a sip of my beer. I want to rest, food and a hot shower.
Suddenly, my pants wet, I quickly move forward. little snips We hang askew so that a stream of water over the deck runs. "Hey John! Are you paying attention! " Wim calls. Jan laughs, little snips his big eyes haggard. "You must go down! On the other side of the boat ' Jan calls. "Why, you can still surf!" Wim calls. "You stupid rattles, you're not on the wind! ' I laugh. Wim and I remain stoic Jan to sit and watch.
A sudden squall hard pushes little snips the boat to the water flow, which first ran across the deck flows into the tub. Wim and I grab hold. Spasmodically we try to move us. Weight forward The boat loses its speed, the mast swings down while the boat turns. little snips We fall into the water.
Wim and I quickly swim around the boat to climb up to get. The boat on the keel The body vanishes underwater while the mast comes up again. After a few minutes we see only the top of the mast and the bow.
Bags float upwards. The sound of the wind and the boat has died. The side for miles. Startled, I wonder where I left my wallet and keys, I feel it in my pocket. Silently little snips we swim around the boat, confused and disbelieving.
"That was already a long time coming guys!" A motorboat appears, little snips an old man with a big beard looks at us, shaking little snips his head to. "Tie the rope to the bow then I drag you to the port. Hold tight to the mast. "
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