Catching air
Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Scarlet Pimpernel.'
The man bent his head back and smelt the salt air; the breeze blew into his nostrils, and soothed his troubled soul. His soft blonde hair wafted back with the wind, and made his sleepy blue eyes water. He smiled and clung tighter to the rigging at the prow of his yacht.
After his wife, his boat, 'The Daydream' was his pride. Two massed, two decked yacht, with a couple of canons it could almost be considered a carvel.
The man looked down at the ring that decorated his finger. It seemed to give off a feeling of excitement, and his heart thudded. Starring out on the English Channel he grinned pleasantly.
"Percy!" a voice called from down on the deck, "The French shore is in sight!"
"Be right down Tony!" Percy answered, "Just catching some air!"