With a weak 5-knot breeze, we start the first match of the night by entering the box late on port, as there’s much confusion about which flags mean what, where we are in the countdown sequence, and who’s doing what. We then glide off the starting line trailing astern of our match mate, eating the disturbed air spilling off the back of their sails. My ear catches the sound of the GoPro coming alive from the back of the boat. I hear camera clicks, but still, the OBRs are rooted in the boat’s stern scoop. From their vantage point, I think, they will capture the backs of heads. A story needs faces. I’m tempted to advise them to move about the boat for different perspectives, but I resist. They must have their creative plan. Ross schooled them well, to be alert and mobile, to anticipate the action, to be aware and in tune with everything happening around them. To act, not react.