Sailing Our Open Bic Dinghy at Night

The florescence sizzled past the hull, seeming to glow with an internal light, transforming the disturbed water into a magic scene.
A choppy wave sluiced over the transom, then subsided, leaving sparks of florescence clinging to my leg.
Logan and I were sitting in the new sailing dinghy at night, as the florescence whizzed past the hull.