Farther than a fair piece

 Finally the sails stand full, a westerly wind pushin us hard to port to be sure, but we skipped along nicefully, tiller set strong to the north, and kept aur headin near as could be.  Five days with a taught jib. Won't be long a fore the walled city cracks the horizon, won't be long a fore the gold keeps us steady a keel through the turmutulus storms.