Log Date: 12/23/96
Log Cast:
	Kesya, Tance
Log Intro:
	Kesya As'shoriah has been called up to the Hangar by meditech
Aeric McCallister... to find a spat having erupted over whether Tance
Vokrim can be permitted a sled so that he might return to the Ranges to
resume the crystal cutting from which he's been on medical leave for
months. Head sledtech Azaria Demondred staunchly maintains that Tance
isn't fit to cut alone, and refuses to change her mind until Kesya shows
up on the Hangar floor, to confirm that yes, indeed, Tance has been cleared
to fly -- especially after bringing in Kesya's sled unscathed during a
mach storm.
	The furor on the Hangar floor has now died down, but Tance and
Kesya have remained there, talking -- Tance because of a sudden odd
reluctance to cut crystal and risk losing his newly regained, fragile
memories, and Kesya due to Tance's startling insistence that nobody
would want to cut with him, because he's "crazy, ugly, and old." Aghast
at such a conviction, Kesya has realized that for all the strides Tance
has been making in rebuilding his memory, his self-esteem is still in
shambles....

----------
Kesya leans forward in her chair, frowning at the stammering singer. She grabs 
  his hands in her own, face earnest. "How can you believe that? After all 
  you've had the strength to go through?" She thinks for a moment, lips 
  pressed together, expression intense. But then, a sly gleam appears in her 
  eyes, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "Well, I'll prove you've got 
  some redeeming qualities!" She laughs to herself, and jumps to her feet. 
  "What're you planning on doing right now? Have plans?"

Tance blinks, startledly, as his hands are grabbed in yours. "I... I guess 
  I..." He glances off in the direction of the sled racks, as if trying to 
  figure out what sled had indeed been allocated for his use, but it's clear 
  you still claim the greater part of his attention. "I dunno...."

Kesya looks at you for a moment.
Kesya smiles impishly down at the seated singer. "I'll bet you haven't had any 
  real fun in decades. Okay, tell you what: Your plans are set now, we're 
  going to... well, I'll let it be a surprise." She looks you over critically, 
  a brow arched. "You think you'd be warm enough in that outside?" She shrugs 
  then, and shakes her head. "No matter, there's weather suits where we're 
  going." She then stops, blinking at you concernedly. "You don't mind, do 
  you?"

Tance watches you, looking slightly dazed at the sudden ebullient burst of 
  energy. "We're gonna go somewhere, girlie?"

Kesya nods, tugging Tance to his feet. "Yes," she wisely informs him, "And 
  it's long overdue. C'mon."

Kesya heads over to the wwsf transport, tugging Tance behind her.
Kesya boards a transport bound for the Western White Sea Facility.
Kesya has left.

You board the transport, settling into one of the comfortable seats. 
In what seems to you as no time at all, you arrive at the flattened sandy area 
  of the sled parking at WWSF.
Sled Parking Lot -- Western White Sea Facilities
   You stand on a smooth portion of land where it is possible to land sleds. 
  Several are parked in neat rows in an area marked 'Short Term Parking'. 
  There is a squat, sandy colored building at the eastern end of the lot. A 
  sign hangs next to the large door and you can see other sleds inside.
   The sun sinks towards the ocean to your west as the first of Ballybran's 
  three moons rises in the east.
Contents:
Kesya
Obvious exits:
JPF Transport  Information Center  Sled Storage  
You wave to the transport driver in thanks, who smiles and parks the vehicle 
  nearby.

Tance tells you, grinning a bit as you tug him off, "I don't mind...." In 
  fact, the grin widens, shyly, as you haul him onto the transport.

Kesya steps off the transport, leading Tance through a maze of buildings and 
  streets. She grins back at him, silent until they reach their destination.
Kesya crunches along the gravel path to the Information Center.
Kesya has left.

You walk along the path to the Information Center, gravel crunching underfoot.
Information Center
   The interior of this squarish building is cool after the heat you 
  experienced outside. Pale blues and greens give the impression of exotic 
  underwater realms. Amidst gently waving potted plants are several 
  information counter. Some of the counters are fully automated, but behind 
  others are tanned, smiling people that greet you warmly. The entire west 
  wall is glassed in and has a damper screen which is now raised. You may 
  'look dock' to view the busy comings and goings of Dock Street. You may also 
  'lower screen' if you wish to block off the visual of busy Dock Street just 
  outside.
   Twilight blossoms blue and purple, streaked through with magnificent orange 
  and gold. It floods through the center, making the underwater illusion seem 
  all the more real.
Contents:
Kesya
Obvious exits:
Waiting Area  Dock Street  Sled Parking Lot  

Kesya pushes open the door and steps out onto Dock Street.
Kesya has left.
On Dock Street Kesya steps out from the Information Center.

You push open the glass door and step out onto Dock Street.
Dock Street
   This street is the main north-south causeway through the facility. It 
  connects the wooden planked docks to the north with the sandy beaches to the 
  southeast. The Information Center sits to the east and a bar that faces the 
  harbor sits right across the street from it.
   The last brilliant colors of day fade serenely into the purples and blues 
  of twilight as the first of Ballybran's moons begins to rise over the 
  horizon.
The steely waters of the harbor are choppy in the near perpetual cold winter 
  wind.
Contents:
Kesya
Obvious exits:
Ocean Way  Deep Water Docks  Dockside Bar  Information center  

Kesya walks through the Deep Water Docks exit.
Kesya has left.

Long distance to Kesya: Tance yelps breathlessly as you haul him along, "Where 
  is this?" He sounds amazed, and strangely pleased for all that you're 
  railroading him through this, and he keeps grinning at you unceasingly.

You walk through the Deep Water Docks exit.
Deep Water Docks
        You walk along the sturdy planks of this relatively small dock, past 
  several small craft, both sail and engine powered. The surface of the dock 
  is slightly damp, and made of a metallic grey plascrete substance. The 
  brightly coloured sails of the ships stand out from the simple colours of 
  the ships themselves. The ocean splashes regularly against the sturdy posts 
  of the dock, which seem remarkably free of the normal ocean scum found on 
  such structures.
        Only a few people mill around the dock, securing their ships for the 
  night, and checking in with the dock master. The last red rays of the sun 
  light the sky, as it colours from yellow to blue-black of night, Shankill's 
  pale face just beginning its evening ascent.
The steely waters of the harbor are choppy in the near perpetual cold winter 
  wind.
Contents:
Kesya
Obvious exits:
Slip #1  Slip #2  Slip #3  Warehouse  End of Docks  Dock Street  

Kesya chuckles softly, pausing to inhale the sweet sea air. "Isn't it great 
  Tance?" she looks around at the boats moored here, and looks at you with a 
  wry smile. "So. Do you want to sail a smaller dinghy like that," She 
  gestures to an eight-foot sloop, "Or a bigger boat, like... that one?" And 
  here she motions to a 24-foot yacht. "Your choice."
Kesya adds slyly, "The small one is definitely more /wet/."

Somehow, the older Singer has managed to hang onto his cutter -- having had no 
  opportunity to get rid of it before you hauled him out of the JPF. It hangs 
  now, slung off his shoulder and nestled against his back; he stands there 
  now, looking out to the water, smiling in bemused wonder. "This... I know 
  this, Jade! I know this!"

Kesya pauses, looking at Tance confusedly. "You know this? Whaddya mean?"

Tance turns to you, brown eyes brightening. "The smell. In the air. I know 
  it..." His gaze lifts a little, as he draws in a lungful of the brisk, 
  chilly breeze coming in off the expanse of water before you both.

Kesya nods emphatically, her blue eyes bright with excitement. "It's great, 
  isn't it? Now..." She gestures to the boats with a flourish, "Now dear Sir, 
  would you care to sail the more exciting yet somewhat more splash-bound 
  skiff, or would you like a trip on the safer and yet somewhat mundane 
  keelboat?"

Perhaps unconsciously warming to your exuberance, Tance grins even more 
  widely. And at the theatrical challenge in your question, the grin and the 
  light in his eyes turn fiercely eager. "I'm a Crystal Singer, girlie, since 
  when do we take it safe?"

Kesya beams at your statement, tossing back her head with a laugh. "Well said! 
  Okay, we have to get a little dressed up then." She pulls you along the 
  docks, towards a small boathouse at the end. "Plus, the skiff we'll use is 
  down here."
Kesya walks through the End of Docks exit.
Kesya has left.

You walk through the End of Docks exit.
End of Docks
The docks end where a small arm of the harbor curves around to the boathouse. 
  There is a crane here to help lift the vessels from the water to put into 
  drydock.
        Only a few people mill around the dock, securing their ships for the 
  night, and checking in with the dock master. The last red rays of the sun 
  light the sky, as it colours from yellow to blue-black of night, Shankill's 
  pale face just beginning its evening ascent.
The steely waters of the harbor are choppy in the near perpetual cold winter 
  wind.
Contents:
Kesya
Obvious exits:
Slip #5  Slip #4  Boathouse  Deep Water Docks  

Tance strides after you, more spring in his step than, arguably, you've ever 
  seen him have.

Kesya walks through the Boathouse exit.
Kesya has left.

You walk through the Boathouse exit.
Boathouse
   This huge building is quite unique. There is a water entrance that boats 
  are brought into for storage. There is a crane to lift damaged boats out of 
  the water and rest them into dry dock for repairs.
There's a considerable amount of hustle and bustle here right now as pleasure 
  sailors return their ships after a day out. There's also several boats that 
  return in need of repair.
There are no boats in at present as the equipment is down for repairs.
Contents:
Kesya
Jack
Obvious exits:
Dry Dock  Harbor  Warehouse  End of Docks  

Dusty Dream has arrived.
Kesya operates a crane which drops the Dusty Dream into the water.

Kesya gestures to a row of wetsuits along the far wall, "Pick one out that'll 
  fit while I talk to someone about us getting a boat, 'K?" She meanders 
  towards the end of the boathouse, where a well-tanned young man looks up and 
  cries, "Kesya! If ya don't say!"

Tance, having followed after you readily, pauses every so often to stare 
  longly at everything he passes, as if perhaps trying to decide whether he 
  remembers it. When you call to him about the wetsuits, he turns and flashes 
  you another radiant grin, before striding off to comply.

Jack
 This blond haired giant controls the ships coming into and leaving the 
  Boathouse. The younger ship wrights joke that he lives in the Boathouse, as 
  he always seems to be there. You may 'ask Jack' for some information about 
  the ships if you'd like.
The old ship-wright gruffly looks you over before answering, "For a list of 
  ship commands type 'ship control help'. For a list of recruit jobs, type 
  'recruit repairs'."

Kesya talks quietly with the man at the end of the boathouse for a few 
  moments, and you can hear a few words between them.

"Been darn' neigh 2 years!"

"Well, things have been busy. S'pose I could borrow a skiff for the evening? 
  You know I'll take care of it."

"A' course! I'd even offer you the Esmera Kesya, but that I know you wouldn't 
  take it. But the 'dream o'er there is a fine one, you've sailed her before."

Kesya gives the young man a friendly grin, and heads back to Tance where she 
  grabs a wetsuit of her own off the wall. Making quick work o stepping behind 
  a screen to change, she comes back out and tosses you a pair of sailing 
  booties, sailing gloves and pfd. "Here you go. We'll put the lifeys in the 
  boat."

Tance catches the items you throw him; only after a few moments of looking 
  slightly confused does he seem to realize what to do with the things. In 
  short order, he, too, is suited up... and he even turns to the young man on 
  duty, brusquely, but far less fiercely than he might have once done, to ask, 
  "You. Can't take my cutter out there. Keep it?"

The man on duty in the boathouse nods briskly, a cheerful smile on his face. 
  "Sure, mate. I can even lock it up for you here."

Tance squints consideringly at the younger man, then bobs his head and 
  unshoulders the device from himself. "Don't break it," he says gruffly. "And 
  remind me. When we get back. You too, Jade!"

"Aye mate," The cheerful sailor says. "I'll tell ya what. I'll be watching you 
  to come back, and the moment you dock again, I'll have yer cutter ready."

Kesya nods as well, and gives Tance's arm a pat. "Ready?" With that, she steps 
  aboard the skiff.
Kesya steps aboard the Dusty Dream, grabbing a shroud for balance as the boat 
  sways slightly.
Kesya has left.
Aboard the Dusty Dream, Kesya has arrived.

Dusty Dream
An eight foot racing skiff, this boat seems well used but certainly seaworthy. 
  She would easily hold a crew of up to three people, and is fitted with three 
  sails: A main, genoa, and spinnaker. The single mast raises high in the air, 
  and a rudder and tiller visible at the stern. The transom is decorated with 
  fancifully bright paint, proclaiming 'Dusty Dream'.
Carrying:
Kesya

Tance, still grinning fiercely, nods distractedly to the attendant, and 
  hastens after his green-skinned companion up onto the boat. His climb is 
  slightly clumsy, as though here, too, he's trying to remind himself what to 
  do.

Dusty Dream
The deck of this 8' skiff is a rich, polished wood, the mast a sturdy but 
  light metal. Sailbags have been stowed up under the deck, and you can see 
  that there's even enough room to climb up there if the weather gets rough. 
  bouyancy tanks are built into the sides, and hiking straps are tighly 
  affixed to the bottom of the cockpit, so that the sailors may lean out of 
  the boat to keep it from heeling. A simple rudder and tiller are at the 
  stern, a tiller extension affixed to make steering easier while hiking.
Contents:
Kesya
You step aboard the Dusty Dream, grabbing one of the stays for balance as the 
  boat sways slightly.

Kesya is busying herself in the cockpit, adjusting hiking straps, pulling the 
  sails out of sailbags. She grins at you, eyes dancing with excitement. 
  "Jays, it's been too long since I've done this. I've missed it!" She sits 
  opposite you, to balance the boat as you enter. "Know how to tie knots, 
  Tance?"

"Knots... knots... yes!" He suddenly cackles gleefully. "Knots, for survival 
  gear! I remember!"

Kesya laughs softly, pulling the head of the sail over, along with the jib 
  halyard. "Okay, tie a bowline in the top of this, and then we'll run it up 
  the mast. Then the same with the mainsail."

Face alight, Tance obeys. He looks awkward a time or two, hands pausing, 
  evidently wrestling with recollection... but the knot is produced. 

Kesya nimbly makes her way to the deck, hooking the tack of the jib to the 
  bowplate. Climbing back into the cockpit, she tugs several times on the 
  halyard, large handfuls as the sail hoists. Once tight, she uses the halyard 
  lever to tighten the luff even more, and secures the line on a cleat. Then 
  she grabs the main halyard after you've tied the knot at its head, and does 
  the same. The boom swings in the air over your heads once she's finished, 
  and she begins pulling lengths of line through pulleys on the boom and 
  cockpit. "Okay, I think we're just about rigged."

Tance follows after you, drinking in the sight of everything you're doing -- 
  or perhaps the sight of you doing everything. Something, at any rate, seems 
  to elate him about all of this, and when it seems there's nothing else 
  useful he can do, he asks eagerly, "Can I do something else?"

Kesya laughs, nodding. "Careful, the boat's tippy..." You can see that she 
  even stays near the center of the boat, only stepping to the side when she 
  has to, and then only for the briefest of seconds. "Stay near the middle 
  while we've no wind, or opposite me so we'll balance out." She points to the 
  two small lines leading from the small front sail, the jib, through small 
  fairleads. "Now those are the lines you'll be using. I'll be steering and 
  handling the main, and you can handle the jib. Once we're out in the wind, 
  we'll be sitting on this side--" She pats the side you're sitting on, "And 
  if it's really windy, we'll slip our feet under these straps down here and 
  lean out, to balance the boat so we don't tip. 'Cause the wind pushes on the 
  sails, makes it go fast but also makes it lean over."
Kesya continues her little lesson, grinning. "So when we turn around, that's 
  called 'tacking', or 'gybing'. When I warn you that we'll be doing those, 
  that means you'll be pulling the other rope. You just have to keep the jib 
  on the same side of the boat the mainsail is on. Sound good?"

Tance takes all this in, gaze occasionally going to each of the things you 
  name as you name them, but staying mostly on you, steady and bright. With 
  enthusiasm, he nods rapidly.

Kesya giggles to herself, just bubbling with enthusiasm for this little trip. 
  "Great!" She grabs the tiller with her right hand, squatting under the boom 
  as she quickly trims the mainsail. "Pull in the jib a bit, will you Tance? 
  We'll catch some of the breeze coming into the boathouse and then we'll get 
  moving." Catching the mainsheet up in the same hand she holds the tiller, 
  Kesya deftly unties the boat, pushing the little skiff out from the dock.
Kesya leans to the right side of the boat, gently rocking it to help it move 
  in the light breeze. "Almost there," she murmurs, indicating a line across 
  the water just at the mouth of the boathouse. "See the wind line?"

His hands on the jib line, Tance pauses an instant, staring wonderingly down 
  at his own fingers. Then, hearing your question, he looks up and out, grin 
  flaring up again. "Yeah..." Then, more loudly, "Yeah!"

Harbor
This wide harbor provides calmer water docking of the ocean going vessels. 
  Even the larger ships can dock at the northern end. Around the northernmost 
  slip is a water passthrough to the boathouse and the drydock area it 
  contains.
As Scoria paints the sky shimmering hues of purples, reds and blues you are 
  overawed by the simple beauty of twilight. The fishermen bring in their 
  tough little ships. The sleek private skiffs slide in around the bulkier 
  larger vessels. The docks bustle with activity under the dreamscape skies.
The stiff breeze that blows off the harbor seems to chill you to the bone. You 
  hurry to get inside.
Contents:
Tate's dingy(#3659MOQVe$)
Obvious exits:
Slip #1  Slip #2  Slip #3  Slip #4  Slip #5  Boathouse  

The little boat moves smoothly out into the harbour; once it hits the wind 
  line, the skiff suddenly picks up speed, heeling to leeward. Kesya hops up 
  on the high side, tucking her feet under the hiking straps as she hikes the 
  boat flat. Laughing in delight, she shouts out, "Lean out, Tance!"

Tance leans as directed, positioning himself where his slightly greater weight 
  can keep the craft balanced. With immediate ease he then holds himself 
  there, letting out a whoop as the skiff's velocity increases.

The little boat skims over the waves, spray flying over the bow towards the 
  two Singers as Kesya manouvers the craft upwind. "This is great!," she calls 
  out, wriggling up the gunnel to sit right close to the other Singer, making 
  the boat's transom lift out of the water. "This is pretty good, but just 
  wait till we get going downwind. We'll hoist the chute and then we'll really 
  fly!"

"Bring it on, girlie, bring it on....!" There is an utter lack of hesitance in 
  Tance's voice now; indeed, without the harsh, mad rasp it'd held when you 
  first became acquainted with him, or the stammers that have in more recent 
  months frequently replaced it, his words are ringing and clear and sure.

Kesya's laugh can be heard over the wind, her eyes bright. "Okay," she says 
  impishly. "You look like you may have done this before. Ready to tack?"
Kesya gestures with the tiller extension, looking over her shoulder to a 
  course ninety degrees from where they're headed. "We'll steer for that bluff 
  after we tack. Same point of sail, beating."

By way of agreement, Tance shouts over the wind whipping into him, "It feels 
  familiar!" And at your called suggestion he hollers back, "Let's do it!"

Kesya nods, letting one foot slide out from the hiking straps as she starts 
  turning the boat into the wind. You can hear her yell, "Tacking! Duck, 
  Tance! Switch sides and pull the second rope!" As the bow passes through 
  irons, the boom swings across and the sail fills on the opposite tack. Kesya 
  leaps up to the opposite gunnel, hiking hard again.

With that glad, fierce confidence in his shouts, the bright ear-to-ear grin 
  plastered across his face, and the spray-laden wind riffling his shortened 
  hair, Tance Vokrim looks like a man in his element. As much of an element as 
  singing crystal? Perhaps, and perhaps even more so, for here there is no fog 
  of disorientation in his eyes. The boat responds with an eager will as he 
  follows your instructions.

Kesya puts all her energy into her sailing, her entire body out of the boat 
  save for enough of her legs to keep her feet under the hiking straps. 
  Jerking her shoulders towards the water a few times to encourage the boat 
  down, she actually ends up skimming the water with her back. She is unawares 
  though, of the huge wave about to broadside the boat, and she quickly gets 
  dunked. Not a big deal, for those who are used to sailing... but she comes 
  up with her hair plastered to her head, halfway between coughing and 
  laughing. "Gads!"
Kesya pulls herself back in, dragging water-drenched hair back from her face. 
  "I didn't even see that one coming!" She glances upwind, getting her 
  bearing, and winks cheerfully at you. "We'll head downwind in a minute and 
  pop the chute. Want to take over as skipper?"

Tance cackles and whoops as the wave splatters him, too, though less than you 
  -- and at your offer, he flashes you another brilliant grin. If he has any 
  idea that his face, alive, animated, and vigorous, proves that the notion 
  that prompted you to draw his picture was a sound one, he certainly gives no 
  sign of it. By way of response to you, he promptly hollers, "I'll put some 
  wind under this sea-bird's wings, Jade!"

Kesya bursts into laughter at your words, her eyes flashing with humour. "I've 
  no doubt!" She looks at you for a long moment, her expression unconciously 
  transfixed in a smile of wonderment. This is a Tance even she has never seen 
  before... and it's a Tance she likes. Sure, there've been glimpses, but he's 
  really and truely alive here, enjoying himself. Easing the mainsheet, she 
  gently nudges the boat into the wind, letting the sails luff noisily above 
  them as she edges past you towards the bow, her aft hand still on the tiller 
  until you manage to grab hold of it. She grins, during the brief respite 
  while the boat is at a standstill. "Having a good time?," she winks.

Tance rides the bucking of the boat till it calms. Gripping the tiller firmly, 
  he looks over at you, grin dimming a bit -- but only in that his smile 
  shrinks somewhat, for his brown gaze remains afire. "Yeah," he tells you. 
  "Yeah! I like this!"

Kesya scrambles into her spot near the shroud, taking the port jib sheet in 
  her gloved hand. "Okay, let's head down on to a reach, pump the sails, see 
  if we can't gether onto a plane... and then, if you're doing okay, we'll put 
  up the pole and pop the chute." She spits out sailing terms as though they 
  would be second nature to Tance, and indeed as she watches, he doesn't even 
  blink at them. "I haven't done chute in a while, so if we start going over, 
  I'll just release the sheet and de-power."

For a man who frequently has trouble remembering where his own quarters are, 
  Tance takes in all the words of sailing as if they'd been as deeply 
  entrenched in his memory as the ways of cutting crystal... but at least at 
  the moment, he's responding to your advice and direction far more readily 
  than he had on the green and yellow claims. His face, then, lighting up with 
  mischief, he tells you, "We won't go over! Watch!"
And with that, he hauls the boat into motion, with as much ease as you've had 
  on the main lines. Motion, and then, speed, picking up with a breathless 
  pace.
"You wanted to fly, Jade -- we're gonna fly!"

Kesya finds herself grinning at this familiar-yet-unfamiliar man, and she 
  trims the jib quickly as he gets the boat moving. "Good job! Hold her steady 
  while I rig the pole." She stands, rigging up lines to a pole that had been 
  hidden along the boom. Sticking it out along the bow, one end fastened to 
  the mast, she passes the spinnaker sheets back to Tance. "Okay, pop it when 
  I say... One, Two..... Three!" She takes huge handfuls of the spinnaker 
  sheet, letting out a huge whoop as the sheets are yanked back, the colourful 
  balloon-like sail filling. She cleats the guy, using the sheet to trim the 
  spinnaker as the boat leaps forward in a burst of speed, its course 
  shimmying across the water, leaping off waves.
The spray over the boat now is such that it seems to the two occupants as 
  though it might be raining.. it's hard to see even, as the boat skips from 
  wave to wave, the hull beginning to hum. Kesya nudges Tance back towards the 
  stern with her hip, her feet under the straps as she leans towards the stern 
  on the windward side, flattening the boat. "Oh, this is great! We couldn't 
  go faster with a crystal drive!"

"Yeeeeeehhahhoooooo!" The yell rips out of Tance as though a spinnaker of its 
  own had been popped, though the sound gets slammed almost right back down 
  his throat with the gust of the wind. He laughs, though, truly laughs, 
  giddily and ecstatically.

Kesya grips the spinnaker sheet with one hand, the other going to the trapeze 
  wire on the side of the boat, which is attached to the top of the mast and 
  runs down the stays. "Head up a bit," she yells, "We'll get some more 
  speed." She stands on the side of the boat, hooking herself to the clasp on 
  the wire. Sheeting out as she goes, she ends up hanging from the wire, out 
  over the water, her feet on the gunnel. "Woo! K Tance, we'll have to gybe in 
  a minute... there's land coming up!" Amazingly enough, the pair have gone 
  the distance back in a fraction of the time it took them to tack upwind.

Tance glances sideways at you, and for an instant, watching you hang out over 
  the water, his face lights up again, vividly admiring. "You got it!" his 
  reply rings out.

Kesya unhooks herself from the wire, swinging into the boat as she unhooks the 
  guy. Passing the sheets back to you, she grabs the boom, ready to swing it 
  over as soon as you start the gybe. "Okay... tell me when."

The tiller swings in towards the older Singer, and Tance himself then ducks 
  across the boat. "Now!" he half-shouts and half-laughs, tossing his head as 
  though to shake water from his vision.

Kesya ducks, one hand guiding the boom as it whistles overhead. Just as 
  quickly she stands on the new windward side, her hands quickly working to 
  move the pole across to support the spinnaker. She re-cleats the lines, and 
  hops onto the trapeze beside Tance. "Okay," she calls, laughing as she gets 
  smucked by a particularly large wave, "It's getting late, so we'd better 
  head for the boathouse. Once we get close I'll drop the chute." She looks 
  across to you from her perch suspended over the water, and with a laugh, 
  ruffles your hair. "You /must/ have been adept at this before."

For a moment, he looks disappointed, like a little boy just told by his mother 
  it's time to come in from play -- but that expression vanishes quickly, 
  chased off by the general glee of the day. Unsurprisingly, his hair is 
  soaked, darkened by the water to a uniform grey-brown, and he grins widely 
  again at you, all the way to his eyes. "Don't remember. Not sure I mind!"

Kesya's attention is diverted by the wave that washes over her... teabagged! 
  Coming back into the boat with a cough, she wipes her face off with an 
  equally soaked palm and grins at you impishly before reaching out to grab 
  the foot of the huge colourful spinnaker. Releasing the halyard, she quickly 
  yanks it down, stuffing it into the bag under the bow. The boat slows 
  noticably, nearing the harbour and the boathouse.

Tance assists, without looking to you first for direction now, yanking or 
  releasing the lines as needed to drain the velocity from the skiff's course.

Boathouse
   This huge building is quite unique. There is a water entrance that boats 
  are brought into for storage. There is a crane to lift damaged boats out of 
  the water and rest them into dry dock for repairs.
Only Jack remains to man the comm in case of emergency. Everyone else has gone 
  home for the night.
There are no boats in at present as the equipment is down for repairs.
Contents:
Jack
Obvious exits:
Dry Dock  Harbor  Warehouse  End of Docks  

Kesya, as the boat slows on its course to the docks, lowers the sails and 
  stands ready at the gunnel with the bowline. When the 'dream comes within 
  jumping distance of the docks, she nimbly steps out, tying the skiff up. 
  "M'goodness Tance, that's was so much fun! We /have/ to do this again."
Kesya leaves her spot near you, stepping off the boat to hop onto the dock.
Kesya has left.

Dripping, panting, the older Singer leans to and fro, in 
  progressively smaller motions as the little craft finally slides home and 
  settles by its dock. His grin remains firmly in place as he hops out of the 
  boat after you.

You hop off the Dusty Dream, landing on the dock.
Boathouse
   This huge building is quite unique. There is a water entrance that boats 
  are brought into for storage. There is a crane to lift damaged boats out of 
  the water and rest them into dry dock for repairs.
Only Jack remains to man the comm in case of emergency. Everyone else has gone 
  home for the night.
There are no boats in at present as the equipment is down for repairs.
Contents:
Kesya
Dusty Dream
Jack
Obvious exits:
Dry Dock  Harbor  Warehouse  End of Docks  

Tance's grin softens, however, as he asks hopefully, "Could we?"

Kesya grabs the soaking sails, hoisting them into her arms to pad over to 
  racks made specifically to dry them out. She looks over her shoulder as you 
  pad after her, and casts you a jubliant smile. "Of course! Jays, if I knew 
  you were /that/ good a sailor, we'd have gone sailing long ago!"

"I... forgot," Tance says, but still grins broadly, helping you take care of 
  the sails and then stripping off the gear he'd put on. "Forgot about it. 
  Came back, though! It came back!"

Kesya snorts softly, stripping off her own wet gear. "I'll say. Tenfold!" She 
  snags a towel off the rack, rubbing her damp green hair. "Took me a long 
  time back on Taal'en to learn to sail as well as you just did."

"Taal'en...." Tance pauses, in the middle of unzipping a zipper. His head 
  cocks a little. "That's... where you're from?"

Kesya nods from under the towel -- all you can see is the white fabric bobbing 
  up and down. Comes the muffled reply, "Mother was from Taal'en, Father was 
  from hesperia." She winks at you as she pulls the towel from her hair, her 
  blue eyes seeming bright and vivaceous. "S'why I was able to join the guild. 
  Most Taal'en natives have slitted eyes. Guild doesn't allow that."

Just for a moment, Tance's grin falters; does he know, or recall, either 
  Taal'en or Hesperia? Or is he trying to recollect the name of his own home 
  planet? All he says though, voice retaining some of his earlier surety even 
  as it turns a trifle husky, is, "Glad they letcha in, Jade."

Kesya casts the singer a fond smile, and she meanders over to give him a quick 
  hug. "So'm I." Seeing something behind him, she nudges him to turn around. 
  "Hey, look."

Tance blinks. Nudged, and quizzical at the nudging, he turns...?

A mirror has been set against the wall in the changing area, for those who 
  actually care what they look like when they've come in from a hard sail. 
  Kesya stands with a much-changed Tance, his hair disheveled, true, but with 
  that healthy wind-blown quality. What's most different though is his 
  demeanor, his expression. Kesya grins up at you as you glance over, one arm 
  tucked around your back. "You look like the picture I drew."

Astonished by your claim, Tance blinks at his own damp and disheveled 
  reflection for a few moments, then at yours... and at last he turns to you, 
  slightly dazed, slightly bemused. But that doesn't stay dominant in his 
  face, as he offers a shy, crooked smile. "I... feel happy, Jade," he says 
  softly.

Kesya's hand, held to your shoulder as you looked in the mirror, pauses just 
  an instant as she smiles affectionately up at you. She takes your hand, 
  giving it a light squeeze. "I'm so glad, Tance." Shaking her head, a
  small smile of wonderment playing across her lips, she gazes at you, eyes
  warm. "You really are a different person!"

[End log.]