Lucas, on deck in light conditions before sunrise: Because we're enjoying ourselves so much out here, and are so in touch with nature, we thought we'd come up with some romantic sea poems. Frederico on the helm: Oh wind oh wind. Where are you wind? Oh wind. We used to be friends... Come back my wind. Don't be shy my wind. I love you my wind. (people laugh in the background). Sunrise. Liz: Oh winch oh winch I wish you would turn. Lucas: 130 miles to the finish. Liz goes aloft, walking lazily up the side of the mast.