With two reefs in the main sail and a tiny handkerchief, Summer Love pushed onward and upward and westward! The miles ticked over quickly. She skipped over the lines of latitude in the company of clouds (and squalls).
One can navigate by clouds. Do you see the map of Trinindad?
Well, it sort of looks like Trinidad, really, it does … if you sit right back in your chair and squint your eyes and pull your nose right up to your forehead and pout your lips like a puffer fish, it looks like Trinidad.