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 It was a windy cold day when we got on the boat there were people everywhere talking loudly We got our tickets and went to the dock we got on the boat and sat at some seats by the window. As the boat left the dock the waves pushed against the hull and made it wobble like jelly. We went outside and climbed up the steps to the roof of the boat the wind blew around wildly. the dark navy blue water was calm but kept the boat swaying with every wave, we saw massive mountains that towered above us in every direction and waterfalls that looked down on us as we sailed past, the spray from the waterfalls kept the boat moist as we got closer to other waterfalls. when we got to the mouth of Milford sounds (originally call Milford haven) we could see the Tasman sea and the waves got more aggressive and forced the boat to get slower. we moved closer to the mountains on the other side of the sounds and turned back in the direction of the dock. we went back to our seats and could smell the salty sea air from the open doors at the back of the boat we watched other boats on the same path as us sailing down to the Tasman. When we got closer to the harbor we saw more boats reversing out of the dock. 

By Harry