On our last sail we hit a area of no wind. It was calm and quite. I was sitting on deck looking out at eight miles of water to the nearest shore when I heard a large dog bark. It barked three times. I got up and checked our position. We were in the same area that we buried our dog Wally. How do I react to that.
Michael Scott
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Weird things happen at sea, mate.