Offshore breeze of more bluster than steady. Drawing white tips to waves of an emerald tinge. White crested green seas surrounding. Hands clenched to rail covered by misty spray. Rolling and pitching immunized by the visions before young eyes. Sky of pristine blue with radiant white wisps of cloud. Horizons unending even where blue and green meet. Two seals at play in the tossing waves. Glistening grey bodies ducking and diving beneath breaker. The prow through frothing ocean, pushing aside waves with ease. Carving on steadily through liquid green and white anger of sea. To the starboard horizon a darkening shape. Bands of cotton stitched atop. Drawing now noticeably ever nearer. Almost by magic the horizons shape appears, wind gives way to breeze. Waters now at ease taking on more familiar and everyday hues. White shapes astride the shore with tones that hint and suggest. Now ever nearer becoming buildings and the buildings a city. All the while the stitched cotton band reshaped to form clouds. Blanketing perfectly the mountain called Table-Top. Young eyes still locked in wonder, hands still holding rail. Now docked along quayside, vast cityscape beyond. Table-Top with cloth as backdrop.
About 3 hours of time compressed. Remembered vividly... retold unjustly.