I shouldn’t. Don’t be ridiculous.  She said to herself, but couldn’t help the deep sigh that left her chest as she watched his blonde hair fade from view.  I’m not that much of a dumbass. But surely it’s not that hard to steer a small sailboat, truly.  Her feet slowly brought her to the small storefront. She could still see the boat in the distance on the shoreline.  She could catch up, right? Join her actual friends in the water.  The water was rougher than she expected, though it was what she deserved considering she could only afford to rent a small–what she would call a dingy. Though they advertised it as a "sail boat". Sure. She supposed it could be used for that – attached to a much larger boat.