We slid into the harbour at Gibraltar on a beautiful sunny day. Behind us, Africa loomed. We weaved through the many ships moored in the bay.
Ahead the sun was rising to the side of the rock.
A super-sleek modern yacht slid past us – seeming to effortlessly glide with no noticeable means of propulsion.
It looked incredibly luxurious and modern. There was much speculation regarding its purpose. It looked futuristic.