THE FOG WAS THICK, OUR NAVIGATIONAL SYSTEM nonfunctional, and the coastline we were following back to port rocky. Once he'd realized the trouble we were in, our sailing instructor had stationed my husband on deck to warn passing boats of our presence, charted a course to the marina from a nearby buoy, and assigned me the task of steering us to safety with the compass points he provided.
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