Brad, on deck: "Melbourne here we come. Slowly." Shot of them slatting in no wind with land in the distance, Nicho on the helm.Crepuscular rays at sunset. Annalise sits in the cockpit as TTToP slats with no wind. Annalise: "Right now we have very little wind. It's pretty glassy. There's a bit of a swell. We're surrounded by quite a bit of cloud, so I'm hoping there's a little bit of wind in them. But I think we've got a long night of slow sailing ahead.Brunel flops with no wind. TTToP is visible to starboard. Maciel trims, talks to Bouwe on the helm. Both of them are shirtless. Maciel: "No wind." Maciel talks to Martin about how some wind should fill in later from ahead of them. We see a sleeping crewmember's foot, below. Wet clothes hanging from the lifelines and laid out on deck, forward.