It seems as if the wind might be lightening a little. We get a little puff, maybe 41 knots and the biggest bang you have ever heard went off. The mast just sheared in half about 4 inches above the deck. There is a lot of carbon at the point, but it did not seem to matter. Now is one of those moments when time seems to slow down.
Colors are bright and crisp.
The rig, still absolutely vertical, glances off the deck about a foot in front of its normal home. Then the top mast fold and the rig buckles in two other places. Now time resumes its normal pace. Chris Kam and I dive below an each toss on deck a life raft. They probably weight about 75b lbs. apiece, but we tossed them onto the deck like they were nothing.