Mariner, sail thyself

Ho hum. End of the day coming up again, which brings the question: do I have any hope of getting on my ferry at a sensible time tonight? Or am I going to be stuck in a crowd of sweaty sailors all talking too loudly and laughing at nothing?

Blasted sailors. If they've come to Cowes for the sailing, why are they on my jet-powered ferry? On the other hand, if they've not come for the sailing, why are they on my ferry?

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.