The sleek little (39 ft.) yawl Malay had finished the Newport-Bermuda race, "the thrash to the onion patch," the night before. Now she edged through Two Rock Passage into Hamilton Harbor. A small sloop drew abeam, and the Malay's skipper called across the stretch of water: "Who won the race?" The small-boat sailors slid past the yawl's counter and read the name on the stern. Their astonished answer drifted back: "Malay!"
Such late-hour ignorance among Malay's crew of six should not have been surprising. One of the drawn-out processes of the Bermuda race is...
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