Bird (a Brown Booby, I think?) flies overhead in slomo. Shot of a sheet, the horizon through the lifelines, nav software. Nicolas talks about being close to Brunel, MAPFRE, and Dongfeng. But just had a very bad cloud. Think they were on the right side, but then were on the slow side with very light wind, and so lost 3 or 4 miles. Which is a shame because they're fighting to stay close. Nicolas on deck talks to crew in the cockpit. Bianca talks about being on pace with the leaders. Henry looks forward. Someone (Liz?) gives Lucas a massage by stomping on his back with her feet. Liz talks about being up with the leaders. Nicolas, below: "On the third day of racing are still able to see the leaders. So for sure it's better for the mood, to have more motivation to fight... Hopefully they can have also a bad cloud and we can catch them." Slomo of booby.Sunrise. Vestas sails toward a raincloud. Nick, trimming the headsail: "We are coming into a cloud line; the morning rollcall of clouds." He points back to where AkzoNobel and Dongfeng have been closing in on them. Radar screen showing clouds, and with what I assume are the AIS positions of two boats to their southwest, 2 and 4 miles away, respectively. Shot of AkzoNobel and Dongfeng a few miles away. Nick and someone (Tom?) in the cockpit in the rain. At the nav station, Mark talks about how they're stuck in a cloud with no wind, while AkzoNobel, a mile away, is doing 11 knots. "Pretty annoying. Build up a nice lead on them overnight, and it's evaporating very quickly... Let's go." Shot of Akzo in the rain. Shot of routing software. Drone shot of Vestas bouncing with no wind in leftover chop. Someone on the foredeck. Shot of the mainsail looking up, with Stacey standing next to it. SiFi at the nav station, looking at what I think must be the 2018.01.12 01:00 UTC sched, in which MAPFRE had surged north well to the west of them. "Wow." He eats. Amory: "Brutal." SiFi, as he eats: "They probably got in the western edge of this. But they're only in 3 knots [of wind]. So they've gotta deal with the wake [?] as well. The hope is that we break out of this first." SiFi comes up on deck: "Yeah. As scary as we thought it would be." Tony: "Those guys sailed around?" SiFi: "They're due west of us, about 26 miles. They're only in 3 knots, but they are in an easterly." They peel to the MH0. Hannah sits on the lowered J1, tying it with sail ties. "Just put themasthead back up, and got breeze from closer to the direction we're looking for." SiFi: "Pretty painful morning. A cloud moved through last night and decimated the wind field... Filling in now. Got 8 knots of breeze from 060. And it's northeasternly, which is the future. And actually it's gonna continue lifting." As the wind builds we see them unfurling the J3 to double-head with the MH0. Wake shot with them moving at 10 knots.Sophie, invisible in the dark, talks about how it's been painful. Not a lot of wind, Dongfeng is a long way ahead and AkzoNobel has passed them... Quite frustrating. Xabi's voice, announcing AkzoNobel's position. Crew stacking forward on the bow in red headlamps. Views of stars, sounds of slow sailing. In the dawn, Blair holds the clew of the J1 as they flop. Talks in detail about how frustrating it is, how a big cloud came through and compressed the fleet. They went from furthest north boat and the fleet compressed and sailed around them. Daybreak now; it's fully glassed. AkzoNobel was most frustrating; went from 2 miles behind them before the cloud to 6 miles in front, sailing a half-mile to leeward of them. Willy, sitting on the lowered J1 on the bow, talks in Spanish about the wind and the competition. Blair on the helm. Sunrise. Glassy conditions. Rob on the helm. Joan looking around. Willy and Blair sit under the clew of the MH0, talking.By the mast, Alex explains that there are a lot of clouds, and they're close to TTToP, and there's a lot of fate involved; it's not really in their hands. Alex stands on the boom, looking forward where TTToP is visible ahead of them. Shot looking forward with Witty on the helm as they sail in stronger wind and unfurl a new headsail. Steve looks through binoculars. Drone shot overtaking Scallywag, triple-heading and sailing fast on port. As the drone passes Scallywag we see TTToP basically even with them a half mile to leeward. Steve, in the cockpit, talks about how the clouds can make a difference even in a few hundred meters. Behind them, on the starboard quarter, is TTToP. He explains that Scallywag went high as both boats went through a cloud, and the wind filled in from their side first, and they rolled TTToP. Drone shot on the far side of TTToP, looking back toward Scallywag. That was cool - Konrad actually flew the drone beyond TTToP (their competitor), then got a shot looking back toward Scallywag, with TTToP in the foreground. I bet the crew on TTToP waved.Shot of a raincloud to weather. Rain dripping off the boom. Jules talks about the morning squalls, weather patterns. Nicolai talks about how they're leading the fleet (based on being so far east), and how Jules put them in a good position. Now they need to see if they can hold onto it as the wind goes left. Nicolai: "Hopefully pick up a bit of low pressure soon and head to Cape Town." Drone shot of AkzoNobel's masthead with a reefed main and some masthead sail (J1?). Wider drone shot showing AkzoNobel triple-heading with reefed main. Slomo of Nicolai on the helm. Simeon, on the stern, talks about their having had a good 24-hour run, separating from the fleet. Simeon: "Always a bit of risk when you sail away from the others... Everyone's positive. Everyone's fit and strong." Shot up the mast. Slomo grinding.Tony helms. MAPFRE is visible close ahead of them. Tom makes a diagram on the floor of the cockpit using sheets and Jena's foot and shoe to represent directions and boats and the tradewinds and the doldrums and the various routing decisions. He points out a nearby cloud. "This guy looks pretty scary right now, and he might get us." Closeup of a compass. Tony: "We are max keel. Momentarily." SiFi talks about the clouds and potential for squall. Shot of an approaching raincloud in the dusk. Mark: "This is a big cloud. And it's coming quickly." We see the wind increase and the sudden scramble to react: Calls for a furl, flogging the main, furling the headsail (maybe the J0? or the FR0?), Stacey on the aft pedestal in her bra, prepping the J1 to hoist. Sailing under the J1 and J3 as it gets dark and SiFi says something about wet pajamas.