Moment in time-Kawau

Sailing
“Do you see that big blue boat with two masts?” Asked Peter. “Yeah,” we all said as the wind picked up. “Well that’s where we’re heading”. I shifted the rough, wet wooden tiller in line with the Sammy big blue boat with two masts.
The salt- tinged fresh air blew my hair in different directions. I could hear the bright bluey-green water splashing against the side of my bright, red boat. The thick, sweaty rope started to stick to my right hand. “Pull your sail in tighter,” Yelled Miss Pillay to me, I did what I was told. Peter bellowed to us again, “Guys follow me, tiller to the sail remember, tiller to the sail.”
I was getting closer to Sammy when I heard him. Tiller to the sail I told myself. As I turned I revised my promise to myself. “Don’t capsize, don’t capsize.” I was feeling proud that I didn’t capsize. The wind picked up again. We all raced towards Peter in a pack. After a while Peter told us to go back. We all groaned because we were having so much fun.
C.R.