We were on a large sailing boat in Annapolis. It was a large group of people, maybe 15, on this boat. I looked up at the giant mast feeling small and vulnerable. There were many signal flags and international marine flags on the main mast. Not all were recognizable, so I put in the US, Israeli, British, Italian and Brazilian along with several signal flags. We sailed out on the Atlantic, tho never far from harbor, at a frightening clip. It was exhilarating and beyond scary when the ship would lean and water would spray on us and the inside of the boat. So much more intense than sailing small sailboats and sunfish boats in college at Univ- Madison. Thought a lot about my dad who was in the navy in WWII. He walked like a sailor all his life. (I never had "my sea legs" quite like my dad)