ready to come about

As I walked across the Mass Ave bridge today, I stared at the fleet of sailboats charging across the wind-whipped Charles. The gusts were strong enough to kick up gravel, pelting us pedestrians like a hailstorm, and nearly capsizing a few boats in the five minutes I was watching them. There seemed to be some sort of class going on; a person in an engine-powered boat was directing the sailors out towards a bouy for a turn. In the strong winds, the sailors, two to a boat, had to tack incredibly swiftly; I watched their graceful turns as one after another, they tacked and jumped in unison to the other side of the boat, cheating the threat of capsize by milliseconds.

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