Cockpit looking aft as Scallywag surfs. Looks a little less hectic than yesterday. Below, Witty sits, looking tired, as Ben walks forward past him toward the galley. Witty: "Good. Nipper's about to cook me some dinner. And I have a couple of favorite words in the dictionary. One is 'ointment'. That means it's too serious for cream and it needs ointment. And that is gonna be my bum in the next few days if it doesn't dry out. And the second one is 'moist'. That's all I can do to describe the last 24 hours is very moist. Fast, and moist." Washing machine shot of cockpit. Witty: "Dongfeng and MAPFRE are a little west of us, but we're a little detached from everyone else... We're all heading west at the moment. Doesn't really mean a hell of a lot... Twenty-four hours into a marathon. Nobody wins it in the first 24 hours... Either I sleep soon or I die. Pretty simple. I can't do 19 days of this; no one can. But the forecast is we only have a couple more days of this. Just tough it out for a couple of more days and see how we go."