All aboard the skylark

Shivver me timbers, the ferry sailed today across the Minch, arr. She didn't sail last night, we hear. Not too bouncy just now, as the pointy end isn't moving up n down that much. Sun is on the righthandboard side, about where Skye would be. Mainland hills in sight even now, making journey feel shorter. The gps screen shows us now sailing away from the submarine exercise area. Er, should i say "motoring" instead of "sailing" as we're not under any sheets, jibs, gallants, staysails or even a spanker (closes page iix of "The Ionian Mission"). Avast behind, by the deep 55m, aarr.