We see the following message on a phone: "Subject: mail to Peter Burling / Huge congrats mate, World sailor of the year! Well-deserved. Love you heaps. Hope all going well for you. Mum and Dad" Abby, below in foulies with a headlamp on: "We've got some great news that's just come in from Peter Burling's parents. It was World Sailor of the Year last night, and Peter has won the award. He doesn't know yet, so we're gonna go and give him the news." On deck in the early morning, Peter is trimming the mainsheet. Abby hands him the phone. Abby: "Read this." Peter does, chuckles, looks around. Abby gives him a thumbs up and a clap on the shoulder, shakes his hand. Abby: "Nice one." Shot of Kyle on the helm with the sunrise behind him. Peter talks about the people who helped him, how he's stoked. Abby leaves. Peter: "Part of Team New Zealand, just a small part of a 90-person team." Keeps trimming. Not gonna get much of a reaction from him. Kyle (of Team Oracle), from the helm: "I'm absoluetely thrilled for him. Couldn't be happier." People laugh.