Strip 754 -- First Seen: 2011-07-26
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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Medium shot of Reggie and Babbette standing on the dock next to the boat. Reggie is waxing professorial, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.
Reggie: We can't use the wind, my love, because we are floating with the wind.
Reggie: We can't go upwind or tack or do anything but go where the wind goes, unless we can move relative to the wind.

Panel 2
Looking at the stern of the boat, from several meters away. Emphasis is on the two large propellers, currently still.
Reggie: That's what the big propellers are for.
Reggie: To sail like a boat on Terra, you'd need two media – air and water – with different relative motions.
Reggie: The mast is for rigging flexible solar-power sheets, which look a bit like sails.

Panel 3
Close 2-shot on Reggie and Babbette. Babbette is looking a bit downcast, and embarrassed. Reggie looks like he's reconsidering his words.
Babbette: Oh.

Panel 4
Reggie is now cajoling Babbette, a comforting hand laid on her shoulder, trying to jolly her up.
And she does start to brighten.
Reggie: I wondered about the same thing, the first time I saw a balloon ascension.
Babbette: Really?
Reggie (thought): Of course, I was only seven years old.