Aft-flakers and mast-flakers. Too funny!
I'm an aft-man myself.
Unless the admiral has a free hand, I've got the halyard under my foot slowly dropping the sail, watching how the luff falls and correspondingly flakin' that aft like nobody's business, tying off as I go forward.
Now I can't get that aft outta my head.
I'm an aft-man myself.
Unless the admiral has a free hand, I've got the halyard under my foot slowly dropping the sail, watching how the luff falls and correspondingly flakin' that aft like nobody's business, tying off as I go forward.
Now I can't get that aft outta my head.