Bleddyn trims. Beyond him, Vestas is a few miles to leeward and slightly ahead. Bleddyn: "Earlier, MAPFRE sailed past us as if we were anchored, which was a bit frustrating." Now Vestas is doing well against them too. Trying to match speeds with them, which will drag them to Hong Kong with the leaders. "That's the aim. It's frustrating, but it's good. We're pushing ourselves hard." Closeup of Bleddyn's hands. "I'm like a snake; I'm just peeling my skin." Closeup of the eye lead of the J3 (I think?) as crew shifts stack forward in the background. Dee talks to a crewmember about a competitor: "The header we're expecting, they've just sailed loads of extra miles for no reason." Dee calls the chant as they shift the stack forward. Closeup of tightening the stack ratchet. Slomo of someone (Francesca?) looking through a hand-bearing compass at a competitor. Martin, on the helm in his max foulies, talks about a squall with a twister that they just managed to avoid. "The waterspout was to leeward and we had the top of it to weather. We went straight under it."Liz is steering as TTToP sails on port gybe with full main in 15 knots of wind. Francesca trims the main. Bianca carries her gear to the stern where she gets dressed (maybe she was using it as a bathroom too?) Liz talks about how they're not THAT isolated, because they have the fleet around them. Also there are a lot of islands in this part of the Southern Ocean, so there is shipping and fishing boats. "It's the next part of the Southern Ocean where you feel really isolated." Frederico talks about isolation not crossing his mind much; too busy sailing the boat. In the companionway, Bleddyn brushes his teeth. Cabin shot of the crew on the stern, Elodie, trimming, calls "Main on." Wisdom tucked into the pit coaming. Below, Bleddyn (?) gets dressed. Slomo closeup of Bianca bundled up on deck. Slomo closeups of Nicolas, Francesca (who laughs), Dee, Lucas, Martin. Drone shot from close to the port quarter as TTToP triple-heads on port gybe. More cool drone shots with low sun behind them. Interesting that I think Jérémie managed to get everyone in the crew (other than himself) in this video.Closeups: binnacle compass, hands on the wheel, easing the mainsheet. Marie, trimming the main, talks about the weather being warm, and no birds. It's sad they are too far north, not in the Southern Ocean. "Maybe tomorrow; we will see." Stu, on the helm. "Definitely not the Southern Ocean. We don't wear sunglasses in the Southern Ocean." (He laughs.) "This is far too nice." Black talks about the blue sky and being quiet warm. Wake shot. Below, at the nav station, Pascal talks about strategy with the approaching low, gybing during the night to get the good position, the good pressure. Difficulty of routing with the exclusion zone/ice gate. No way to get away and be safe. Tomorrow night, maybe gusting to 45 knots. Increasing wave state. He shows the routing software with the low moving through.Tight slomo closeups of Simeon's face, hands as he steers. On the rail, Simeon talks about pushing for 5th place as the only realistic option. Talks about TTToP and Scallywag. Shot on their weather quarter of both of the other two boats, with TTToP on the right and Scallywag on the left. Below, in his bunk, Brad untangles earbud cords. Brad: "You never start a race wanting to come last, or even second to last. Pretty painful to know that the race is over for the rest of the guys, more or less, and still have a day to go, at least." Nicolai, below: "If you finish last you basically could have delivered the boat. So you put in a lot of work, a lot of effort, just to come in [he shrugs] last... Coming 5th is not the result we want, but you can accept it." Simeon talks about the team having pushed and done a good job, and the points being important, and it being a long race. "Let's enjoy the last little bit of good racing."Sunrise. Sophie, sitting aft in the cockpit, summarizes their situation. Dongfeng is 6 miles ahead, and they seem to be stretching out on the fleet behind a little bit. Wind is moving aft; currently true wind angle is 110 degrees. Closeup of a hand-bearing compass dangling from the binnacle railing. Sophie trims the mainsheet. Closeup of the mainsheet winch drum. Blair, on the low side, eases a headsail sheet. Distant shot of Dongfeng ahead of them. Winch closeup. A group of three in the cockpit: Ñeti on the mainsheet, Rob on the helm, Joan looking to weather. Joan: "It might get lighter initially under the cloud, and then there might be a little push." Rob steers and trims main; Támara grinds. Ñeti, on the foredeck, helps hoist a sail (maybe the MH0?). Pablo grinds in the cockpit, grimacing.Bouwe, on deck, talks about passing the equator and heading south in the tradewinds. Below, at the nav station, Capey talks about strategy for the south Atlantic portion of the leg: Getting south as quick as they can now, then hooking into a front. Capey: "Last couple of hundred miles will be the decider. So that's what you've got to get in position for." Closeup of instruments. Hands holding a sheet. Slomo shot of Vestas a mile or two ahead of them. Slomo shot of Alberto on the low side, squinting up into the slot. Carlo working on the foredeck. Spray on the clew of a headsail. Closeup of winch turning, easing. Kyle talks about speed gains of 0.1 knot being quite significant. Artsy slomo closeups: Winch, Alberto. Below, Richard asks Capey about Vestas: "Do we follow or do we do our own thing?" Capey: "We do our own thing." Sunset.