Started at the port end in 3 knots. Did not do what I promised two days ago to do next time I was faced with this, which was to hang back and deliberately start late to avoid being caught like a sitting duck by faster starboard tack starters. Instead, I thought I saw an opening and drifted in and became a sitting duck with no leeway. PROTESTED! The water ways were so cluttered with drifting fiberglass, there was no space to do penalty turns and no way on even to gibe. I hated to do it but, after an hour, we kicked on the iron genny and dropped sail. We were the first but not the only. Fine crew. I'll get over it. Hope they do, too.