Parade. Dockout. Annalise waves. Bleddyn: Pretty exciting leaving Newport. Can't wait to get home. Gonna be exciting. Start. Scallywag below them. Gulls (Great Black-backed Gulls?) Close action upwind. AkzoNobel crosses them. The close tack with Vestas. I think they were always clear astern. Nerves of steel, that Dee. Going under the bridge. Dee on the helm. Going into the fog with Scallywag ahead. Slomo bow work. Dropping the J1 in spray on the bow. Martin does something at the clew. Bernardo, below: Start worked pretty well. A nice beat. Made a mistake on the top mark, delaying the tack too much and we had a penalty, which took us to the back of the fleet. And it was hard to recover. Still in contact; keep our heads up, move forward. Hopefully we can catch up with the fleet. Liz: We're completely lost in the fog; we have no idea where we are. Brian, at the nav station: It's a complete mystery. We're in the Bermuda Triangle. Sailing in the fog. Brian: Cold front behind us. Can choose to stay with the wind ahead of the front, but eventually that wind will die out. It's a balance between taking the light air earlier to get the new wind earlier. Watching how it develops. That's north vs. south in the routing.Drone shot labeled "Somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle". Bouwe, Peter, Abby talk about the Bermuda Triangle. Carlo mentions seeing another boat behind them. Capey makes a flying saucer with a dish. Carlo asks Bouwe to explain the Flying Dutchman story. Abby talks about it more. What is so special or different about this place. "Fingers crossed we make it through and out the other side." Drone shot with eerie music. Capey: Guys! What's gone wrong with the GPS, we've lost all the coms. Oh, shit the compass has gone too. Capey disappears. Then, in the drone shot, Brunel disappears.