I’m slogging. Slogging, dammit. Had to research sails, and sailing, and find freaking terminology — since I’m writing in my world, there are all sorts of things I can make up, but you don’t call a banana a "shrueeshlarg" just to be different, and you don’t call luffing "haagaavining" if the word luffing already exists.
My damned plan may be revised today to just item one on my list. Three thousand words on HAWKSPAR, and I’ll be damned grateful to get them.