- Ambre, can I take the helm for a moment? 

- Of course, Grace! Watch out for floating tree trunks. I'll go and get us a glass of Prosecco.

As I came back from the cabin, glass in each hand, the silhouette of Grace at the helm projected onto the immensity of the sky gave me shivers of joy. 

So we drank to the immensity of the sea, to the infinity of the sky, to the dolphins that greeted us, to friendship.  There were so many beautiful things to celebrate. I went to get the remaining bottles from the cabin.

Some time and a few bottles later, we were completely absorbed, exploring the tickling sensations that the sparkling drops of Prosecco combined with the sea breeze had on our bodies when....

- Oh my God! The helm! 

Too late.