She's good, he thought. She is sound and not harmed in any way except for the tiller. That is easily replaced.
He could feel he was inside the current now and he could see the lights of the beach colonies along the shore. He knew where he was now and it was nothing to get home.
The wind is our friend, anyway, he thought.
Then he added, sometimes.
And the great sea with our friends and our enemies.
And bed, he thought.
Bed is my friend.
Just bed, he thought.
Bed will be a great thing.
It is easy when you are beaten, he thought.