Drone shot of Scallywag against the late afternoon sun shimmer. Ben sits on the foredeck. "We've lost contact with all the boats we found the other night. And we're a fair few miles behind, which is a bit shit." Still in the doldrums, though, so there's always a possibility, he says. Talks about working hard and getting close, and then you "have a bit of a whoopsie"... Below, Alex eats and talks about the competition. Shot of the wind map. Alex talks about Libby's predictions, chances of making gains in the approach to Hong Kong harbor. "It's not bad, Thai green curry." Drone shot. On the helm, Ben talks about how King Neptune was a bit ill during the equator crossing in the Atlantic, so he's had a bit of a holiday, and is going to make an appearance here. Grant emerges from the cabin as Neptune. (Not gonna win any Best Costume Design Oscar for this one. It's a... sheet wrapped around him? And an unadorned boathook as a trident?) Looks like the victims are Annemieke, John, Alex, and Trystan. "Where are the children of the South?" Neptune sprinkles water on people. "Do you wanna be welcomed to the North?" They mumble "yes" in reply. Witty walks by with spray-on hair color and sprays them. Then he throws a disgusting bucket of something on them. Annemieke explains that Neptune has made sure they are safe in the Northern Hemisphere. Shot of the bow-tie pasta in the green slime on the cockpit sole. Alex, covered in goo, says, "No more bad juju. It's done. We're good... We're gonna clear every cloud now and win the race." Below, Grant and Witty at the chart table pull up the sched. Grant does musical accompaniment. Witty: "Sun Hung Kai leading." Grant: "Hey!" Alex, on deck: "Hopefully we can hold our position here. But it's still only 6 knots of wind, so... still some clouds around." Shot of the sunset. Alex: "...and you can go from a rooster to a feather duster in the space of a sched." Alex says there's 7 days to Hong Kong, and they're back in the fight again, so that's good. Sunset with John on the helm.Oy. Dee and Liz as Neptune prod Bernardo, who's in his bunk, with a trident. Dee: "Let's go, pollywog." On deck Bernardo seems legitimately groggy. He and Bleddyn are herded forward and strapped to the weather daggerboard. Liz: "We've got similar reasons for punishment. One, you're a little too beautiful. And two, we have public displays of nudity. Don't do that!" (poke, poke) She takes a pair of scissors. "What do you want: the eyebrows or the hair?" Bleddyn chooses hair. Bernardo takes the set-aside trident and prods at Liz; Dee intervenes and takes it. "I shall prod them from a distance." Liz cuts a reverse mohawk into Bleddyn, then Bernardo. They put red hair dye in their eyebrows. Bernardo: "Freddy? Come and dance for us. Come and dance for us." Frederico does a quick dance in the cockpit. Bernardo: "This is not fair." It's over, thank god.We see the position readout tick over from S hemisphere to N. [Oh god. Here it comes. Please may the hazing ritual be merely silly, rather than cringe-worthy. (J/k. I know it will be fine. Goofball Boat Mom and Her Trusty Wisdom-Voicing Sidekick don't do abusive hazing.)] Sitting on the stack forward in the morning light, Bernardo says it's done; off the bucket list. Bleddyn looks at him: "One part of it, mate." Brian, in the cockpit, talks about how they've stuck within 2 miles of MAPFRE all day and all night. Slomo shot of MAPFRE. Time lapse sequence from a camera mounted on the starboard side of the stern showing them approaching a big squall, rain falling on them. Brian talks about the big squall in front, and the satellite showing a light patch of wind. Slomo of people grinding in the rain. Dee talks about the pollywogs, and how Neptune doused them with a rain shower. "And strangulation!" as Liz throws a sheet around her neck and mock-tugs on it. Liz points forward: "Neptune is pretty angry. And prolonging it. And Neptune hates waiting." Bernardo grins at the camera. "I'm terrified!" Francesca, on the middle pedestal: "Save the eyebrows!"