Darrin slid in the seat next to Makari, admiring the muscled length of the Risian's calves and thighs.  A soft sigh slipped from his lips, and the dark chocolate of his eyes softened.  It was those softer eyes that lifted to look into Makari's blue.  He stared for a moment, "Ahh, yeah.. Rudder."  He began.  Slipping his hand over the commander's, Darrin explained, as he moved the stick from side to side in gentle sweeping motions, "The stick controls the sail.  The wind dictates speed.  We move the stick to catch the wind and propel us along."  He explained, his words soft and warm in Makari's ear, as he leaned in close to make sure he heard.<br/><br/>"Don't worry.  You won't push any buttons and kill us."  Darrin grinned.  "Just don't capsize us."  He laughed, softly.<br/><br/>"Anchor's away Captain?"  Arching a brow, and stifling his grin, he asked, leaning to the side to release the block holding the ship's back tires in place.