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The little orange speck in the middle of the big blue ! Not much chance of escaping in case of delinquency then ... :(

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We feel so small at night, eyes full of stars, ears filled with the sound of salt crackling against the hull! The boat glides along, cradled between two vast expanses. The crew sleeps, and we feel as if we're carrying a treasure!

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Far away from the well-known picture of a sailboat silently speeding across the water, delicately caressing the waves, we present to you our beloved giant Maracas which, during light calm weather with residual swell, would almost make us miss the gentle purr of the engine and its faithful companion the air extractor.

Get your noise-canceling headphones on!