Flying Dutchman

As you throttle your replica Spanish galleon past the last lighthouse and towards open water the head wind picks up and you begin preparations for unfurling the long unused sails.
First your specially designed surface anchor/tug needs to finish de-compressing the sponge filled electric tug-torpedo which will soon be your ships only link to the water you now float in.
The people in the smaller sail, and motor boats in your vicinity pause in their various tasks to gape as the main rollers scroll, not downwards, but back to keep the sails tautly tilted at a thirty degree angle of attack to the horizontal gale.
Control of the outboard motor is disengaged as you switch power to the tugpedo.
Slack is fed to the sails and at the same time your main winch, in neutral, begins frantically un-spooling high tension cable while the tugpedo races into the distance.
When you feel that enough line has been played out you switch the winch to its lowest setting and hold on tight because the billowing sails now catch wind and cause the entire boat to soar upwards at an alarming rate, a rising watery phoenix spraying all around her with a setting sun's fiery geyser.

Yeeee Haaaarg!