I was having none of it. I had nearly crashed into the mussel-encrusted seawall on the lee shore and had been barely able to fend off with a paddle. I was sweating bullets out there. It really didn't help that Rick and Greg were shouting from the safety of the docks "Adjust the downhaul! Move the halyard block! Why do you sail like a girl?" I take offense at that last remark. I do not 'sail like a girl.' I might scream like one, but the women sailors I know are MUCH better than sailors than I am. I only wish I could sail like a girl.