Antonin opened a desk drawer and pulled out a folder which he handed to Morag. "Here are some pictures and specifications on several boats of around the right size. I tried to concentrate on room for friends and future family, something we wouldn't worry about taking out in bad weather, and a rig that either of us could loft each individual sail without using magic or powered winches. That way, if your Umbridge makes life too difficult here, we can disappear into the muggle world for a while."
"It will be easy enough to teach you the spells we use to move the freighters around; you're far better as such charms than I am. Still, when in muggle harbors, we should be able to blend in if we want to. It wouldn't matter around our salvage projects; everybody there is used to seeing magic, even the muggle employees, but around the hotels in Belize, we try not to shock the tourists."
"Why don't we take that folder up to bed? We can look over the lot and decide which we want to take for a sail. I might even teach you some proper nautical talk as we go." He smiled at his wife and gestured to the door.