Below, Stacey puts on multiple layers of cold-weather foulies. She talks about how it's a long process getting dressed. Stacey: "Like Charlie said it's Monday; we've got one week of work and then we're on vacation." Shots of the crew in the cockpit as Vestas sails fast on port gybe. Wake. Washing machine. Tony on the helm. Tony goes below, takes off his cowl. "Wow. Another wet one." Tony talks about their performance being good, good scheds, 24-hour longest run possibility. Says there's a sched coming in now. Tony takes off his foulies and layers. Jena talks about how it's cold, but fast, and that a sched is coming in. "Hopefully still fast." Charlie, in his bunk, looks at SiFi at the nav station. SiFi: "Yeah; we're longest run again." Later he talks to Martin: "We're going well in this windy stuff which is nice. It's a race to the east, to stay in front of the front." Talks about it being tricky, needing to try to avoid the high pressure above and behind. "A couple of days of fast sailing, then it's going to get tricky."Shot of foulies hanging below. On deck, Sophie is bundled up. She talks about how it's become colder and all the clothes she's wearing. Not going to go much further south, though. Pretty cold at night, but not as bad in the day. Windier, so wet, so that adds to the cold. Támara, in a cowl, puts sunscreen (?) on her lips and cheeks. Slomo closeup of Rob scowling in his ear-flaps hat. Below, in the galley, Ñeti makes coffee. He talks in Spanish. On deck, trimming the mainsheet, he drinks it. From the cabin, he hoists his coffee mug to the camera.Kyle sleeps in his bunk. Carlo touches his shoulder to wake him up. Kyle: "Fuck." Kyle talks to Bouwe, off camera, about Dongfeng's location. Bouwe: "No, no. They're 40 miles away." Kyle, to Carlo: "Wet hands." Carlo: "It's so wet outside." Kyle: "Yeah, it looks it." (Wonder if this is referring to the same fog from the 09:12:27 MAPFRE video.) Dishing food, eating. Annie eats in the background. Kyle: "Having lunch, which is rice slop, with tomato, I think. Which is very similar to every other meal we eat." Carlo walks by. Kyle: "He likes to wake you up with wet hands, which is very uncomfortable." Carlo: "C'mon, seagull; you like it." Capey, at the nav station, explains their situation. Kyle puts on his foulies. Goes on deck (yeah; looks heavily overcast at least, if not foggy), takes the wheel. Slomo shots of passing water. Shot of the "Team Brunel" branding on the foulies hanging below.Shot from the cabin aft toward the cockpit, where crew is silhouetted against the evening sky as TTToP sails fast on starboard gybe. Pretty sure this is from the previous evening when they were north of Madeira, before they gybed to port around 19:18 UTC. Below, in her neoprene hood at the nav station, Liz talks to Sam: "We just gybed west next to Madeira. Looks like this might be our last gybe on starboard." (This would have been the gybe around 22:37 UTC.) Liz: "Just got the [2300] position report in; it's not ideal. A long way to go. About 40 miles from the first boat. We're going to have to push quite hard, but we'll hopefully catch them up when they start slowing down... A bit disappointed, because we thought we'd been pushing quite hard. But obviously not as hard as the others. So we're gonna have to try a bit harder." Lights on Madeira; the loom of a lighthouse. Shot of someone (Liz?) unvelcro-ing the cuff of her foulies. Martin, below in his bunk, says something I can't quite decipher: "We just gybed, [something something] behind us and Atlantic Ocean straight ahead." Sam pans down from Martin in his bunk to Nicolas asleep in the bunk below him.