“Henry, stop complaining the wind, we already knew that this could happen”
“What the **** with the wind, I don’ expect the wind will make us this miserable. How could just in a single moment the wind blow from the opposite side, Tommy”
“Shut up, Henry, be patient. Our calculation is never wrong. Our boat will be fine in this weather. Don’t you agree Michele?”
“Yep, maybe”, She nods agreeing. She is the only one busy with the sail on her hand.
“No way we will survive this weather. Oh, Godness I know this is a bad idea to come out to the ocean with a bunch of amateur in this weather storm”
“You’ll get nothing by whining by yourself. Be patient. Look those dark cloud move away from us? That’s the sign for a good thing will come to us,” said Tommy convincing.
“Yeah, look at that. And this. The rain is going lighter.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right Tommy. Still, the wind shouldn’t has gone like this. It’s impossible after our calculation all over the night with your over 150 IQ brain, and with help from me and Michele we could be wrong.”
“Nothing is impossible. People make a mistake. But Look at the bright side, we have reached the bright side”
The storm has gone. They stop arguing.
“You two have done enough talkin’? Help me adjust the sail.”
Henry and Tommy look at their colleague wondering.
“What’s up? Come on let’s go home”
“The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, the realist adjusts the sails”— William A. Ward