Some time around the third knockdown of the night, we heard an ominous sound down below. A clanking sound followed by an impossibly long silence then a devastating CRASH as metal hit finely varnished teak. At the time I was sitting in about 2 feet of frothy saltwater on the now comfortable cockpit coaming so I didn't spend a lot of time trying to figure out what the sound was. But we all knew it was something bad.
The boat was eventually "uprighted" and a cursory glance down below indicated that all was well, nobody's iPhone had broken and nothing appeared to have holed the boat. It wasn't until the sun was about to come up that we discovered the true nature of the "crash." The teapot had fallen the entire width of the boat and the handle had broken. WE WERE UNABLE TO MAKE COFFEE!
Luckily, at this point we could see the finish line. Unluckily, there was no wind and Starbucks might just close by the time we got there. So we were out of luck. Though I'm trying to milk some drama out of this, we did eventually make it to land, and the coffee pots filled with caffeine laced goodness that the Monterey Peninsula Yacht Club so thoughtfully provided.
But we still had a problem, no teapot. So, Jack lied. He told Paul that he had "personal errands" to run and asked me for a ride. I said "yes" without asking where and for some reason assumed it was to his hotel for the night. When Paul asked what time I was leaving I said 11 and that we were driving Jack to his hotel. Paul thought Jack was staying on the boat and when pressed Jack got evasive and wouldn't tell him where he was going. This was fantastic, we were all confused and Paul thought Jack was up to something. As we walked to the car, Jack told me that he was just going to get a new teapot and wanted it to be a surprise. Thanks to my cluelessness I had turned it into a big deal and there is now distrust among the team.
But at least we have a new teapot, hopefully one that will stay put for the next crash. As long as we have a backup.