The race had launched from Kiel in front of packed docks and grandstands, the IMOCA fleet blasting away in strong breeze with the bows barely touching the water. The first mark wasn’t far, but neither was trouble. A few sharp tacks, a burst of speed, and then – bang. Fibreglass, foam, and hopes dashed. All crew are safe, but the mood was heavy back at the dock. “I don’t have any answer.