At 11:05, the blast of a horn breaks the silence of the sea. Then comes the sound of agitated instructions flying from the bows to the sterns, and first-time sailing dogs onboard bark with excitement. Our boat has taken the prime starting spot, but another one with a shiny blue hull edges past and overtakes us. To our left is a boat that seems to be struggling just to move. “There’s no wind on the left,” Allen spots this and immediately shouts to the front. “Just go for speed; don’t spin.” Loik Morgant, a seasoned sailor on Freedom, and his shipmate Her keep sprinting back and forth to adjust the ropes and sails, nimbly edging past us.