I can just see it now:
Marry hooks her trapeze wire to a reclining beach chair, lays out with one hand on the tiller and one on the sheet, closes her eyes and goes right to sleep... then makes the perfect start, port-tacking the rest of the fleet.
She stays on the chair, rounds A-mark and does the wild-thing down-wind, then rounds C and crosses the finish line for a bullet. The commitee boat blows the horn, which wakes her up. Later that night she tells Rick, "I had the wildest dream today..."