Witty, on the rail: "I'm looking forward to Lisbon... It's been our training camp. Looking forward to seeing Lenny on the dock. Looking forward to having a nice dinner with Lenny, and having a load of cracked pepper. After dinner. For dessert." Jérémie: "You're looking forward to get on the podium as well, right?" Witty: "Yes, yes; we'd love to get on the podium. But we'd love to just be fourth or even fifth at the moment. We just don't want to go back any more... A smart man told me once, Jérémie, it's not the first hundred yards that counts. It's the last hundred yards... No one's going to win the race in Leg 1... MAPFRE are fast. But I think throughout the race there will be lots of race winners. The boats are pretty close. Who knows, even the Scallywags might get there. Sooner than you think." Night shots with competitor's stern light ahead of them; pretty sure that's from the night before, before the virtual waypoint rounding, with the competitor being Dongfeng. Night view of mainsail's glow-in-the-dark tapes and stars overhead. Different crew grinding.