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And finally, another cool contribution from a modest sailor - but it just tells the whole BFS story, man. From a book called "A Race for Real Sailors":
"During the long thrash to windward, every vessel sailed on her lee rail, with deck buried to the hatches. Huge seas broke continually over the staunch flyers and swept the decks. The brave, laboring craft would roll under surging seas to the second and third ratlines; then would follow awful moments of suspense, as the unflinching crew, with teeth set and hands clenched, watched to see if their craft would stagger up again, or go down under her grievous load. Desperate as the chances were, not a vessel luffed or reefed, as to be the first to reef would make her the laughing stock of the town, and there was not a skipper in the fleet who would not carry away both sticks rather than be branded as a coward."
Of course, all of this took place in a duck pond with Chuckles at the "helm" (read remote control) - so it's complete MDB.