2021年11月11日
Reminisce about Yachts
I imagine, every person who loves yacht would have tried once, to align all boats that you have. This is an inhabitant island, one of my favorite rezzing spots.
This is the first try. This was the limit to put these within the limited time for auto-return, 20 minutes here. The first picture is the second try, but still there were several big boats left in my inventory. I run out of the time and space.
I hope there is some atmosphere in this picture. I have used this island as the base of ocean cruising and also for taking pictures.
The yacht shop of Corry. I got some job in her shop and received yachts instead of the fee. I have almost all of her products.
A monthly race at Trenza Yacht Club that was finished before. This was a miniature course just to make a circle around this small island, but it was joyful. At other large yacht clubs, there were ocean races or intercontinental races.
An ocean cruise with many friends on her yacht. There were some unique sceneries.
A dinghy 470 flying over the water as smooth as glass. The attendants at the race have dropped off gradually, and I was sailing alone.
Playing cello solitarily at a pier of an ex-boyfriend. Where have all the sailors gone? Long time passing…
This is the first try. This was the limit to put these within the limited time for auto-return, 20 minutes here. The first picture is the second try, but still there were several big boats left in my inventory. I run out of the time and space.
I hope there is some atmosphere in this picture. I have used this island as the base of ocean cruising and also for taking pictures.
The yacht shop of Corry. I got some job in her shop and received yachts instead of the fee. I have almost all of her products.
A monthly race at Trenza Yacht Club that was finished before. This was a miniature course just to make a circle around this small island, but it was joyful. At other large yacht clubs, there were ocean races or intercontinental races.
An ocean cruise with many friends on her yacht. There were some unique sceneries.
A dinghy 470 flying over the water as smooth as glass. The attendants at the race have dropped off gradually, and I was sailing alone.
Playing cello solitarily at a pier of an ex-boyfriend. Where have all the sailors gone? Long time passing…
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