Sam Newton / Team Brunel

gender Male
Kyle pours food into a container in the galley. Whiteboard on the bulkhead above reads: "B/FAST PORRIDGE OR CEREAL". Oh, crap. It's going in a container labeled "Not for eating." I honestly hate this bit. Abby works on a cardboard crown. On the stern pedestal, Sam grins, knowing what's coming. Kyle emerges from the cabin with crown and trident. King Neptune does the bit: "Sam Newton! You're here to be punished for your heinous crimes." They throw the gross food on him. Rome gives him a crosswise reverse Mohawk. Sam is a good sport about it.Kyle, on the helm in glassy conditions at sunrise, talks about how slow it's been. They've been going 1 knot; "with 3 and a half knots now it feels like 20." Jens trims, chuckles. "Hot. Hot and slow." Yann's longer-lens closeups are cool-looking. Sally: "Torture." Abby sleeps in her bunk. Closeup of a fan. Sam, at the galley sink: "Frustrating. Extremely frustrating and slow." Awesome drone shots of Brunel sailing upwind with a giant, dark rain cloud behind them. They peel from J1 (I think) to the MH0 while the drone videos them. Abby looks through binoculars at their competitors. "I see a boat with red sails, so could be Dongfeng or could be MAPFRE." Jens: "They're still ahead of us, but catching up just now. Got some good breeze now." Then a shot of them slatting in no wind again. Fish breaking the surface. Sunset. Favoriting this one just for that drone sequence.Sally is below. She's dressed kind of warmly, and they seem to be sailing fast, so I think this is footage from earlier in the leg. Sally: "I don't know the answer to that. You want one word for each?" Abby: "Three words?" Carlo: stares blankly. Bouwe: "For this leg or what?" Yann: "For this leg." Carlo: stares blankly. Abby: Stares into space, thinking. Sally: "What I like the most? Probably the teamwork. Bouwe: "I like the most? The teamwork." Sam: "Leaving Port Phillip Bay." There's a competitor barely visible behind them; if this is the afternoon of the first day, as I'm guessing it is, that would probably be TTToP. Jens: "Getting started again." Carlo: "Nice downwind sailing." Sam: "Dislike the most? I'm not sure." Bouwe: "I dislike the most that we're behind." Abby: "I dislike the position we're in." Sally: "Staying on one tack for so long. It gets a little bit boring." Jens: "Bad first 24 hours." Carlo: "Nasty freeze-dried. The food." Sam: "I don't know. It's all good." Kyle: "If anything it's gotta be sailing with Sam Newton. This guy here." [He points and laughs.] Sam lies in his bunk, looking at an iPod/mobile device. On deck in the dusk, Carlo trims the headsail sheet. Bouwe steers. Slatting in the dark. Sunrise as they sail in light conditions. Looking up the J0 in light winds. Sally, in a balaclava: "Hot!" Abby hands out a white chocolate macadamia cookie. Drone shot of them drifting in glassy conditions. People sleeping in the bow. Sam: "Better on deck than below... It's an oven there." Low-altitude drone shot of Brunel drifting in glassy conditions, the hot sun behind the boat.Crash cam footage from the stern cam: They're sailing in light wind and heavy rain in a squall. There's a flash of lightning and a loud crash. Rome, on the helm, jumps off the helm platform to crouch down in the stern. They laugh. Rome: "Holy shit!" Below, Kyle and Sam watch the footage on a laptop. Kyle: "He's very easily scared, that Rome-y. You'll walk around a corner and he'll jump. Very easily frightened." More of them watch and laugh. Rome: "Shat my pants it was so close." Sam, on deck, talks about having the lightning strike quite close, feeling the static through their bodies. "Bit close for comfort. Lucky we got out with the instruments unscathed." Night shot of distant lightning. Shot of the mast instruments at night. Bouwe at the nav station. Closeup of the compass dial. Slomo wake shot. Shot of passing Ghupuna; drone shots of passing Ghupuna. Sally, with a Scopolamine patch behind her right ear, looks at land. "Nice. It's a little bit of something besides blue water." Jens: "It's always nice to see land. It's only halfway, looks good. Have a couple of boats we want to catch." Yann, to Bouwe on the helm: "You like the green you're seeing, or...?" Bouwe: "No. I like more the beach, actually. I'm more a beach man." Shots of the island. Abby and Sally working in the pit. High drone shot of Makira behind them.