Sailing things right

Another word of gratitude:
At first I was thinking about sitting anchored in-between two rocks for three days waiting for the storm passing by. But my friend wasn't excited with this idea at all and offered to pay for the marina, so he could do his job as a normal white cisgender colonist male being used to work — on stable land, in a cafe, sitting still.

From my current mooring in the marina to the desired anchorage is just about a mile straight. But I'm really scared to go there and see what we'd be facing there today if we stay.

So, thank you, friend. You've probably saved my boat.