Foxy, then Luke, hit the water before me, looking for a decent sized run in between all the coral bombies, but close enough to the sandspit to make the shots spectacular. Luckily for us, the clouds were keeping JC amused and the heli remained on the beach giving us a few extra minutes to explore the catacombs of reefs and plan our route.
Foxy had a plan to shoot the three of us in a staggered line to show off the sails, and then a “Mighty Ducks” style flying-V, emulating our Severne Sails boomerang logo. Nothing out of the ordinary, however in this particular part of the reef, the shallowest coral was positioned so that we’d have to run upwind, then sharply downwind, then upwind again before we could get a straight run of half a nautical mile, a perfect chicane before hitting the back straight – rev the engines!
The reef was bone dry on these bombies and the gaps between them were as little as 30m, meaning three guys at full tilt in 25 knots heading upwind, downwind, upwind had to really communicate and be aware of our peripherals or else one of us would’ve stacked the reef (35 km downwind from the nearest hospital that can cut coral out of your skull is still a long way, even by helicopter!).