Having had the choice a few times, the sailboat won everytime. It was easier to sneak home in the wee hours on a silent sailer (NOT sailOr!). Dad always seemed to meet me as he was heading off to the dock to start the fishing day and I was heading home to get ready for school or work. (Oh my gawd! I had such a fun teenage-hood!)
And sailboats are just pure D romantic....a little moonlight, some Annie Green Springs, and a blond guy. Thank goodness for growing up on the Bay.