A Brother's Tale

So my brother tells the sailing story a little differently from my recollection. First of all there was a relentless, driving rain all day. Gale force winds buffeted us from the moment we left the dock till we return that evening. Even without our jib sail and the main storm reefed, we sailed under the Golden Gate Bridge at a clip of 20 knots. Then, just west of the gate we hit 20 foot waves. (Actually, they were rapids created by the out going tide.) The waves completely swallowed the boat. From the bottom of the wave's trough the bridge was completely blocked from our view by the mountainous wave crest. Our very lives were now in peril and we feared the little sailboat would capsize.
Just when we thought all was lost, a school of porpoise came to our rescue. Alerting us by their squeaks and squeals, they beckoned us to follow them to calmer waters in the lee of the Marin headlands.
Safe, we waved joyfilled thanks to our new aquatic friends and, still facing a raging head on squall, we forged forward until we safely navigated our way to the yacht harbor.
That evening we enjoyed a great meal, warmed by a fire, and marveled at the intelligence of porpoise.