Kyle, on the rail: Approaching Aarhus. Got Turn the Tide, AkzoNobel, and Scallywag behind us. Vestas ahead. MAPFRE and Dongfeng are quite a ways ahead; hoping for a parkup. Not the greatest position, probably 13-14 miles short of where we want to be. We're still confident we can come back in this leg. Pushing hard. Hopefully it will swing our way. Peter below lies down in his bunk. "I'm for a nap." Sam: How we gonna get em, Pete? Peter: I don't know. Depends on the opportunities. Had a bit of a peeling frenzy this last hour: Masthead to J0 to Masthead to J1 to J0. We can see Vestas again. Hopefully the leaders are slowing up. Bouwe, below: So far it has been pretty much as predicted. Have done pretty well against Akzo and the boats behind us who have sailed in the same water. Sam: You're behind the red boats. Does that worry you, and how are you going to get them behind you? Bouwe: It worries me *shitless*. Because they have a really good lead, 11 miles dead upwind. If they turn the corner that 11 miles will be 25, 30 miles again. But luckily we go through the virtual waypoint. Chance of a parkup, and hopefully can catch them up. It will be difficult. After we come back past Denmark there's a lot of exclusion zones, traffic separation zones, wind farms; of coruse we're going to try to sail our own course. Might take a little bit of a flyer because we're relatively far behind. High pressure pushing in, so there's a chance for a buffalo girls sail the outside. So let's cross our fingers that's happening.Dee explains that they got to the mark close to Scallywag and had a bad mark rounding. Martin in the pit as they round the Norway turning mark. Scallywag next to them inside, then ahead of them as Liz pulls down the J1 on the bow. Dee on the helm: Know the order everyone is in, and sadly we are at the back. Lowering the J1, motorboat following them, Scallywag to leeward and ahead. Sunrise. Dee: A little tour of Scandinavia. She talks about sleep, and people forgoing it, and their positivity. Nicolas talks to Dee about gybing around the TSS. Stacking. Scallywag behind them, a little.Stern cam / crash cam of AkzoNobel reaching in strong conditions. Nicolai, on the helm, calls out, "Big wave. Hang on." and a big wave slaps off the side of the boat, sending spray in the air. Martine getting geared up below. "This is what they call summer. I can't believe it. We need winter gloves in summertime. Although we're only two or three miles away from everybody it's very bad visibility, very bad weather." Nicho comes below, talks to Jules: Consensus on deck is J1. Jules talks with him about the course. What's the best compromise? Nicho to Brad in his bunk: Bradley. You know how it's your off watch? We're gonna go to J1 now. Is that funny? Brad: Eh, not that funny. Nicho: I actually think it's reasonably funny. Brad (half asleep): You just doing this for fun? Brad talks about his lucky (red) socks. Kiwis... Nicho, below: We thought we had a terrible watch, not on our numbers, but Brunel was the only one that gained on us. We have the wrong sail up, so probably everyone has the wrong sail up. So we're gonna change the sail. Slomo spray on deck. Jules looks at an actual paper chart. [I love real charts.] Jules: Just about picking your right sail... Barometer's rising now, so the wind's going to shift right and drop at the same time. Exclusion zones... And get around the Skaggerak, which is the top of Denmark. Thread the boat at the fastest speed through a narrow straight line, which should be quite simple, but it's always easy to make complicated.Witty, on the helm, talks about strategy with the exclusion zone. Tacking now to cover the boats behind. A high percentage play. Not what he really wants to do. Tacking the MH0. Slomo grinding. Slomo stacking. Lowering the J1. Libby and Witty at the nav station. Witty: "Vestas is 1.7 miles behind the leader. That would mean the fucking Scallywags are leading... Well done all." Peter, on deck, explains that they've gone north and the rest of the fleet has gone east. It's a bit risky. Parko, on the helm: It's nice to be taking the lead after a shaky start. A couple of new faces on board, and took us a while to find our feet. But there's two different breezees right now and it's anyone's game. We've only just started. Sunset. Sailing as darkness falls.Tony and Simon are sitting on the weather rail. Tony is in the middle of a story about seeing an iceberg. "It was right there, hundreds of meters long, 25, 30 meters high, or whatever they are. And that was the one you can see in the middle of the day... And then nighttime comes and radar's got targets everywhere. And those are only the big ones. Can't see the bus or car-sized ones." Simon, at the nav station, talks about being near the exclusion zone. Simon explains about how the trailing boats have had an easier time, while the lead boats have had to stair-step along the edge of the exclusion zone. Shot of the computer screen showing the exclusion zone. Tony points out the "wall". "Must have painted it gray; it blends right in." Nick is getting dressed; he tells a bedtime story to Jena, in her bunk. "Once upon a time there were 7 lonely sailboats in the Southern Ocean, on their way to Melbourne." He explains to Sam: "I'm telling the Swiss Miss girl." "On their way to Melbourne to have a very hot Southern Hemisphere Christmas. And then, the wild and scary Race Committee decided to put a liquid Himalaya ice gate that we had to climb atop, so we wouldn't be there for Christmas Day." Jena: "Did they steal our Christmas?" Nick and Tom are internal-stacking onto the port side; Tom mimes being attacked by killer bees. "They're eating my eyes!" On the helm, Chuy says there's a rule, like on a bus: Don't speak to the driver. Jena, sitting in the cockpit in a balaclava: "I actually got a little sad, because I feel Santa will never find us out here." SiFi: "It's true. I didn't even bring my stocking." Tom: "No Christmas for you. We're gonna keep you at sea. Make you sail around waypoints forever!" Jena jokes about a broken candycane being in 3 pieces so they can share. Tony and SiFi talk about icebergs. Tony doesn't need to see any more of them. SiFi: "They make the ice gates on a good scientific basis." Tony: "I've passed south of one that was 30 miles long, and it was no fun... I've dodged them, and been just about able to touch them from the wheel. That's how close we were... If they've got the information, as SiFi says, it'd be negligent not to act on it... Safety. Safety first." Sunset.