It was her turn again. Yay! Sarah quite liked it... yet that meant that she had to make her boat again. Not that she minded, practice makes permance and perfect!

"Vergrand-IS Nav-IS!" she said, wand pointing to the stick and the circular movement in the air and all that jazz. (I don't want to bore you with details). Yes, yet again a coracle appeared, its roundness so perfect.

She eagerly clambered into her boat, sat down on the plank and rowed in the direction of the poles. She really was enjoying her self in the water... the water below her, the calm and serinity and all so she did not go was fast as she had before. She reached the pole and headed back and tagged the next person. This was great. By now the racing was over so Sarah leisurely made her way back. Yet her arms ached a bit.