Here comes Tillerman in 2017, close behind Scott Malone in 1731 when Scott's RS Aero decides to do a windward roll on him.
Is this the dude who sailed single-handed non-stop across the Pacific with one hand tied behind his back. (I am sure I was told something like that by other sailors over a few beers on the night before the regatta.)
AAAAGH! He's going to take me out. His mast is going to land on my deck. How can I avoid him?
No wait. Phew! 2017 has escaped a close encounter with 1731.
But here come three more boats about to ram into 1731's hull and make massive gashes in it.
And where is Scott. Has he drowned?
Oh wait. Scott didn't drown. There he is again. Thank god for that!
But 1251 is going to sink Scott!
No wait. 1251 missed him.
But here comes 1422. Eric Aker, El Presidente, is about to punch a YUGE hole in Scott's hull. And Scott can't even see him... yet.
And who is that coming into the frame from the left?
Oh look! Nobody hit the capsized boat.
But where is Scott?
Has he drowned again?
And Tillerman has rounded the offset mark, clear of the pack as he heads down the run.
Scott is still alive and hanging on to the transom of his turtled boat.
I probably screwed up big time later in the race.