VINEYARD VIBE

Rhode Island Sound is in our wake and Vineyard Sound is ahead as the cliffs at Aquinnah on the west end of Martha’s Vineyard rise off the bow, the face bleached by the sun. A boulder-strewn beach and rolling, aqua-colored ocean at the base of the bluffs make the setting more than Instagram-worthy. The midsummer wind is hot, brisk and scented with salt, and a lively chop slaps harmlessly at the big, offshore-ready hull. Conditions are so prime they draw the whole crew up to the flybridge, where we take it all in from the best seats aboard.

“You been here before?” asks my colleague Simon Murray, who looks happy and relaxed in the lounge to my left.

I had traveled to the Vineyard years ago, but I was boatless at the time and had to schlep over on a ferry and get around the island by car. I saw the cliffs