The breeze did fill in from the south as the day progressed, and we changed down to the No. 2 headsail as we bashed our way toward Botany Bay on a lively close reach. By mid-afternoon we were nearing Pittwater and Rod's friend, Illusion's owner and skipper, Graham Jackson, had pretty much had his fill. Illusion's berth was just a few miles away. The forecast was for fading wind to come back around from the north. Most of our competition was out of sight, over the horizon. We had fifty miles, at least, to sail. It had all the potential to be another long, stinking night. Graham asked me what I thought about bailing, and I told him it was his call, and I'd support his decision either way. Yes, I admit, it was a girly-man answer...and one I'd come to regret.