Your first time up is always particularly exhilarating. I remember when my father took me out for my first real ride, I didn't think it would ever get more fantastic.

[He knows from experience that he won't be able to go too far from the ship...for some reason. But he likes flying over the ocean more than flying over land, so he takes the broom as far as it will go. After a bit, he dips the nose of the broom down to bring them back closer to the waves again -- but it's a gradual decline, nothing crazy, he just wants to zip through the sea spray for a moment or two before shooting up into the sky again.]

Flying at night is pretty brilliant, too. Or sunset.