Prestart with 5-minute horn. Rob: About 40 seconds sailing, a minute sailing back, below layline. Start with Dongfeng, TTToP to weather, Tacking below AkzoNobel and Brunel to make the pin end of the line. Behind the other boats. Slomo spray. Jumper jumping. Slomo of Neti hiking. Going past the daymarker/tower. Pablo's upset on the wheel: Fucking hell mate. Rob: Yeah. Might have to just press through. [Looks like he's upset about TTToP right on their bow; chooses to dive below them.] Slomo of Brunel crossing them, TTToP crossing them. Pablo on the helm. Sophie: We got a bad start, weren't in line with the pin, and had to tack, and had to give Brunel room. Last over the line. We've tacked out now, and we're above everybody, so hopefully we can gain back on them. Plenty of opportunities, so we'll see what we can do.Drone shot of them sailing in glass conditions. Trying to stay in the pressure. Sunset. Witty points out other boats. Witty: Considering the terrible start I had, we're in pretty good shape. Witty: Dee's just lifted massively. Libby: Gotta get into that. Witty: Where's the keel? Helmsman: Center. Alex on the bow talks about how they've dropped out of the pressure and everyone else is in it. Tacking. Witty cursing. Ben: We've run out of every bit of pressure we had. It's like we put the handbrake on. Did some tacking back and forth because there was no breeze. We're now 6 miles behind when we were 6 miles in front of some boats. But hey; that's yachting. Trystan: We can't be behind Turn the Tide. He curses. Trystan: Trying to stay focused, not get too dishearted. Drone shot with sunset.Sam, to Capey: What's the race report. Capey: Good. We're winning the Volvo. The leg. For right now at least... [To Sam]: Are you the admiral? Sam: What? Capey: Admirals and assholes. Do you know that one?Vestas closes on Cape Horn. Stacey, below: Now we're in the Atalantic, you can see how much calmer it is. Her second time around Cape Horn; definitely will be her last time. Shots of Cape Horn. Tom, on deck: I don't know how many more times I'm going to do it. Maybe one's enough for me. He talks about the cigar. About how his gloves are off. Crewmembers on stern share a cigar: "You're fucking up the rotation." "Amazing how good that shit tastes right now." Hannah: I think if I knew how hard it was going to be, I would not have done it. It really tested me in every way. The amazing team got me through. Someone (Nick?) drinks from a bottle of liquour. Charlie, below: I wish we had the point, but it was good nonetheless. Cape Horn and its associated waters threw everything it had at us... It's an achievement. Someone on the helm with Cape Horn over his shoulder. SiFi looks at Cape Horn.Shifting sails to leeward for a tack. Crew working on the foredeck with a hovering helicopter ahead of them. Slomo of Frederico grinding with Brunel and a New Zealand headland in the background. Bianca, below, talks about sailing away from New Zealand. Awesome going into the Southern Ocean again, going around the Horn. Thanks Auckland for the support, spectators, especially her family and friends. Frederico (I think?) in his bunk. Liz, in her bunk, recaps that they've sailed upwind a couple hundred miles from Auckland to East Cape, tacking, peels. Not much sleep; a lot of stacking. Went pretty quick. More slomo with Brunel in the background. Liz: On the southern highway, straight to the ice gate for us. About 48 hours... Way too wired to go to sleep. (She mimes going to sleep.) Bianca spills up spilled rice in the galley. "I want my mum." I haven't exactly found my sea legs yet. Lucas: It's not as bad as the time I spilled shit everywhere. That was a lot worse. Bianca asks Sam, "Were you on that leg? It was a full explosion." Lucas: "Nah; he was on another boat. Getting _ridden_." Lucas, brushing his teeth, talks about lack of sleep: You think everything's funny. You think everything's shit, or you think everything's funny. Bianca: Just let me clean up my shit... in peace. Lucas: She hasn't got to the funny part yet. [They laugh.] They keep talking (with Liz commenting in the background) as we see a drone shot circling TTToP sailing upwind under J0/J3. [Favoriting mostly for Sam's cool slice-of-life on board. Really feels like being part of the crew.]Peter goes aloft. GoPro shots. He calls the wind: "Absolutely nothing 2 miles in front." Bouwe: "Can we get him a bit higher? I can still hear him." Laughter. Back on deck, he points around at the lack of wind. Crew stacks forward behind him. "Just giving the guys some shit about their trim." On the bow, Carlo: "Had a bit of a fight with Turn the Tide. We parked and they sailed around us and never stopped. About 12 miles ahead of us. We just had no breeze at all. Shots of TTToP sailing past them. Lowering the J1 to peel to the MH0. Stacking aft. TTToP sailing a quarter mile to leeward. Sally: "I feel like they had no board the whole time." Carlo talks about the frustration, heat below, almost impossible to sleep. Especially when we have to run the engine. Shot below with engine running of crew trying to sleep in the bow. Sunset clouds in glassy conditions. Rain in the distance. Crescent moon. Rain in the dawn. Bouwe: It's still all right. Breeze should fill in from the east, and we are the easternmost boat. Not going to be a good sched because they've been very slow for the last several hours. "A crystal ball would have been nice."They sail on starboard toward a rainstorm in light conditions. Drone shot circling them with the MH0 up. Trystan explains what the doldrums are with rainstorms on the horizon behind them. Alex: "It's a shitshow." Rain. Witty: "Roll the dice time." Cloud management. Can't really worry too much about what the other guys are doing. Rain on the horizon. Sped up drone shot circling the boat. Light conditions. Fisheye lens. Libby on the helm; Annemieke wearing goggles (why the goggles?).Circling drone shot in 20 knot winds showing Scallywag sailing fast on port gybe. Looks like they're double-heading with the J0 and J3? Witty, at the nav station, points to a weather screen on the computer. "This is a grid file." Shows them as the southernmost boat pushing along with the front. "But really, the whole thing is smoke and mirrors. Navigators make it up so they can charge me money. Really it's just a bunch of pretty pictures, and whatever happens happens. It's all bullshit. All I know is we're now pointing at New Zealand instead of pointing at Japan." Shot of routing software; Witty lounging at nav station. High drone shot of them sailing fast. Fisher in the pit. "Just another day in the life of Team Scallywag." Pressure down a bit, so less firehose. Cleaning up. Keep with the plan. Ben works his way aft in the cockpit. Below, Alex watches a movie on a phone in his bunk. Ben eats, says the food isn't that bad. "Got a hybrid; mix a couple of freeze-drieds together, get a hot sauce... It's quite good." Witty at the nav station: "Go to bed, get up, steer 110." Cockpit shot; drone shot. Ben on the forward pedestal Libby at the nav station points out the current strategic situation, and how they have an opportunity to stay with the breeze a bit longer than the leaders. "Watch this space; 12 hours." Drone shot.Crash cam / stern cam footage of Pablo, trimming, slipping from the high side of the cockpit all the way to the winch on the leeward side. Amusingly, he gathers in the sheet he's trimming over his head the whole way, so it never actually slips on the winch. We see the same fall from the perspective of Ugo's hand-held camera in the companionway, and then zoom in on someone (Xabi?) giving a thumbs up from the mainsheet near the helm and calling out, "Trim on!" Blair puts sunscreen on in the cockpit, his sunglasses pushed up on his forehead as water cascades over the deck. "Plenty of mayonnaise" (?). "Fuck it feels good to be boosting again! Later, doldrums!" A wave comes over and douses him, knocking his sunglasses off his head. He scampers to the stern to retrieve them before they can wash out the open cockpit. Shot of Sophie climbing out on the outrigger to tighten the J0 leech cord. Slomo of her working her way back through the cockpit in the washing machine. Támara gets spray in the face. Someone (Louis?) goes up the mast to the masthead with a GoPro camera (which I now know, due to The Boat Feed, is actually a Garmin, but I'm going to keep calling it GoPro here for consistency).In the morning light, Ben stands on the boom to look through binoculars ahead of them. Ben: "We've seen a sailing boat with a square-topped mainsail and a masthead sail, so we think it might be one of the other Volvos." Have been following them in the sched, and now have seen them in real life. Below, Libby calls out the latest sched. Sounds pretty happy. "Spotted Brunel about 40 minutes ago off our windward bow." Crew eats breakfast on the bow, talking about it. Witty: "One or two days ago we were a hundred miles behind the leaders." Ben: "We had to fucking work pretty hard the last two days." John talks about how they've worked hard, so to get where they can actually see and identify a yacht is cool. Witty talks about not giving up, keeping trying. "It's a really important leg for us. It would be catastrophic to come in last." Night shots of lightning. Witty on a PA tells the crew about Brunel being 9 miles away on AIS. "We're winning the sched for the first time, so well done lads." Talks about a rain cloud. "We've got this rain cloud which looks [BLEEP] horrendous." Beautiful shot of the waning gibbous moon rising through clouds behind the helmsman, silhouetting him. Next day, Witty talks on deck sounding despondent about getting stuck in the rain cloud with no wind. We see Libby at the nav station with Grant looking at Expedition's "Strip Chart" display. Libby: "True wind angle's at 120 here." Grant [pointing]: "So all this is starboard gybe..." Witty talks about losing 50 miles when they got stuck in the cloud and the other boats didn't. "probably lost 10 of the 30 miles there, and then we lost 20 of the 30 miles sailing 170 degrees off course... "We just did one of the stupidest things ever and now we're 30 miles behind running last again... We're the ones letting ourselves down. It's not bad luck; we're just being idiots. And we deserve to be here at the moment. And I'm just concerned that you don't get too many chances in this quality fleet to go from 30 miles behind or 100 miles behind to back in the lead. Somehow we've got 3,000 miles to figure out how we're going to do it. Again." He and Grant sit on the bow discussing it.Crash cam footage from the stern cam: They're sailing in light wind and heavy rain in a squall. There's a flash of lightning and a loud crash. Rome, on the helm, jumps off the helm platform to crouch down in the stern. They laugh. Rome: "Holy shit!" Below, Kyle and Sam watch the footage on a laptop. Kyle: "He's very easily scared, that Rome-y. You'll walk around a corner and he'll jump. Very easily frightened." More of them watch and laugh. Rome: "Shat my pants it was so close." Sam, on deck, talks about having the lightning strike quite close, feeling the static through their bodies. "Bit close for comfort. Lucky we got out with the instruments unscathed." Night shot of distant lightning. Shot of the mast instruments at night. Bouwe at the nav station. Closeup of the compass dial. Slomo wake shot. Shot of passing Ghupuna; drone shots of passing Ghupuna. Sally, with a Scopolamine patch behind her right ear, looks at land. "Nice. It's a little bit of something besides blue water." Jens: "It's always nice to see land. It's only halfway, looks good. Have a couple of boats we want to catch." Yann, to Bouwe on the helm: "You like the green you're seeing, or...?" Bouwe: "No. I like more the beach, actually. I'm more a beach man." Shots of the island. Abby and Sally working in the pit. High drone shot of Makira behind them.Nick, in his bunk: "We have crossed that point where people have started losing it. And some of those people have also found the caffeine chewing gum. So things are getting quite loose on board." On the stern with the setting sun behind them, Tony shouts, "Cue the rainbow!" We see a rainbow ahead of them. "All we need now is a couple of icebergs to complete the set." Below, Nick continues: "Big Tones [Tony]; coincidently, he was talking about being in the Truman Show yesterday. So I'd say he's feeling the sleep deprivation pretty nicely at this point." Tony: "I thought we'd just sail round and round in circles, around the wall. That sounds just fine to me." SiFi, standing next to him: "By the top corner in the ice gate, we might be able to get through that little door and escape... It's good we're playing Truman Show and not Hunger Games. Hunger Games the consequences are way worse than this." Tony: "The Kracken would be climbing over the side to get us." Tom on the helm joins in. "Hunger Games and Truman Show [something I can't catch]. Becuase they can control the weather, they can control the... Remember they make that fire?" Nick below: "TJ is also probably feeling a bit loopy, but I guess that's pretty much on par with TJ, so shouldn't be too worried about him." Jena, below: "As hard as it is physical, it's also a mental game, this thing. There's a lot of time where you have time to make your thoughts, and wonder. Maybe the most reasonable person to talk to is yourself." SiFi sits at the computer. "Holy shit. That sched is about as bad as it can get. Had a pretty slow 6 hours, pretty light winds and pretty unstable breeze. and as expected everyone is else moving along pretty nicely... It's funny to see how people change when things get a bit lighter. There's a chance to relax a bit, have a joke. But I think we're all a little bit crazy." Shot of them surfing toward the rainbow. Tony: "I don't know who was in the technical department. They deserve a pay raise." Nick, in his bunk: "I would never ask TJ to make a big decision. It would stress me out." On deck, at sunset on the stern, Stacey asks a series of questios of Tom. "Would you rather be itchy or sticky." Tom: "Sticky". "Blind or deaf?" Tom: "Tough one. A sad one. I dunno. I can't answer that one." "Would you rather be in the Truman Show or the Hunger Games?" "Truman Show. Nah, Hunger Games. Changed my mind. You get some action." Sam: "Are you feeling the mental effects of being offshoe?" Tom: "Most likely, yeah. Every day, man. One hour at a time, Sammy, out here. One minute at a time." Stacey: "I've got a real good last question. What's the first thing you're gonna eat when you get to Melbourne?" Tom: "I want an avocado... and a coffee." He and Tony seque into a beer commercial. "And the best cold beer is Vic."Preparing to go on deck, Francesca jokes about her wearing sunglasses and not being able to see but them keeping her warm. "I doubt all be able to see any people. At the first wave. I can see something. It's nice... Sunglasses keep me warm. It's a hard life." Dee, off camera, laughs with her. Someone else (Jérémie the OBR?) calls out, "Good luck, Frankie." She waves back. "Thank you very much. Grazie mille." She blows a kiss and goes out the hatch. Dee points and laughs. Francesca pokes her head back in the hatch. Her life vest has deployed. "I'm back." We see her below getting out of the life vest. Crash cam footage from the stern as they nosedive and broach on port gybe. Below (presumably during the same or a similar incident), we see a crewmember in the gally slip and fall to starboard. Dee calls out, "Are you allright?" She explains that in these conditions doing a Chinese gybe would be catastrophic. Boom would come across, hit the runner, boat would lie on its side, probably break all the battens and if not damage the main. "And everyone would not know what to do and would rattle about like headless chickens. Be panicking. Becuase while the boat's on its side it would probably be filling with water. And we're doing a good job of that just sailing. So the potential for damage is huge, and we're pretty happy it didn't happen." Ah: Now we see crash cam/stern cam footage of them gybing accidentally from starboard to port, but then immediately recovering and gybing back again without rounding down while people in the pit scurry around. Voices: "Oh fuck." "Main on!" (pause) Liz, I think, sounding calm. "We just gybed."Dockout. Simon crouches on the rail, saying goodbye to a young boy holding a Wisdom plushie; behind a younger child with a pacifier is held by a woman. Simon: "Be good!" As Vestas pulls away from the dock they all wave to each other. Below as they motor out to the start, Simon has put on his foulies and talks to Sam about the crew, how they combine youth, experience, lots of races, people in for the first time. "For the next leg the experience is good." Threading the line between sailing fast and breaking the boat. Sam: "Do you get nervous before these legs?" (I bet Sam is nervous.) Simon: "The hanging around the dock's the most stressful part for me. Saying goodbye to the family. But once you're out here there's not much time for nerves to be honest." In the cockpit as they sail before the start under main, Stacey talks about how yeah, a little nervous, going into the Southern Ocean with the forecast. Tony says it's his tenth time going down there. Shot of just after the start as the fleet sails on starboard tack. On the foredeck, Nick wrestles with a furled sail; it appears to be hung up in the rig above him. Nick, to the back of the boat: "Keep easing!... Are you easing?" He struggles to free the sail. Nick (under his breath): "Fuck it." To the cockpit: "Somebody come up and help me." Tom runs forward to help pull on the sail. Sam is right in the action as they wrestle with the sail. Nick: "Okay! It's good! Start hoisting!" Shot of Scallywag right on their stern, diving below them, TTToP and AkzoNobel further to leeward. Chuny is steering. Scallywag comes in beneath them. Shouting back and forth between the boats. Sam is RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ACTION, leaning out to leeward, practically touching Scallywag. We see the OBR on Scallywag (Konrad Frost) filming Sam as Sam films him. Protests. Shouts from Vestas about the overtaking leeward vessel not having rights to luff above proper course. Later, they sail in less wind, the shore visible to port. TTToP and Scallywag are visible to leeward. Chuny, on the helm, appears to still be talking about the Scallywag incident. Chuny: "I saw him (gestures) luffing against US." Slomo shot of crew reefing the main. Sam: "Hey, Chuny. What happened at the start with Scallywag?" Chuny explains the rule, that Scallywag came in from behind and started luffing, and how it's not safe, it could have broken both boats, at the start of a leg like this. "I was angry... Because it's not safe." We see them putting in a second reef. Charlie, on the aft pedestal, grinding and talking to Sam. Subtitles (added by Sam), because he's barely understandable. "Ah you know everyone puts a lot of stock in the start. But it's kind of more how you finish."Kyle sleeps in his bunk. Carlo touches his shoulder to wake him up. Kyle: "Fuck." Kyle talks to Bouwe, off camera, about Dongfeng's location. Bouwe: "No, no. They're 40 miles away." Kyle, to Carlo: "Wet hands." Carlo: "It's so wet outside." Kyle: "Yeah, it looks it." (Wonder if this is referring to the same fog from the 09:12:27 MAPFRE video.) Dishing food, eating. Annie eats in the background. Kyle: "Having lunch, which is rice slop, with tomato, I think. Which is very similar to every other meal we eat." Carlo walks by. Kyle: "He likes to wake you up with wet hands, which is very uncomfortable." Carlo: "C'mon, seagull; you like it." Capey, at the nav station, explains their situation. Kyle puts on his foulies. Goes on deck (yeah; looks heavily overcast at least, if not foggy), takes the wheel. Slomo shots of passing water. Shot of the "Team Brunel" branding on the foulies hanging below.With Charles at the helm, Dongfeng gybes from port gybe to starboard as dawn is breaking. Slomo of the crew working in the cockpit. We then see them gybing back to port? Sunrise. Then they're on starboard again. Jack, sitting in the cockpit, talks about the tactical situation and the remainder of the leg. "We'll find out in two hours at the next sched report. Everyone's a bit anxious for that." Pascal, at the nav station, looks at the latest sched. He rubs his face. On deck, Dongfeng is sailing on starboard gybe around midday. Marie, sitting on the cabin: "I think it is not really good. We did a mistake, maybe, gybing too late. It's not a good moment to talk to Pascal. We have to let him... alone." Pascal stands in the cockpit, reading from a piece of paper. Marie and Horace stand close to him; Daryl steers. Pascal: "MAPFRE is 89 miles at 244." Marie: "Eighteen, uh, eighteen, uh..." Daryl: "Eighty-NINE." Marie: "Eighty-nine!" Pascal: "We are fucked. [beeped in FB video] Daryl: "We are what?" Pascal: "We are fucked. We are completely fucked." Stu: "Well, well, well. Three holes in the ground. I've seen some very strange stuff happen out here on the ocean. It's never over till it's over... Nothing we can do about it now, except keep sailing our boat. Who knows what might happen." [NOTE: This video does not appear in the Raw Content feed. I'm taking this from the version posted on the VolvoOceanRace YouTube channel, and taking the time of it from the time of the two stills posted to the Raw Content feed showing the same events.]At the nav station with Nicolas, Dee sounds morose as she recounts how they have lost ground against the leaders, who have moved into new pressure. Sam: "In regards to our stealth experiment, how does this bode?" Dee shrugs, grimaces. Dee: "Hasn't really had a good effect." On deck, talking to the crew in the cockpit. Dee shrugs. Dee: "Bugger." Dee, against the sky as she sits against the stack in the cockpit, talks to Sam about the strategic situation. Dee: 'It's a bit weird to be reaching. It's very unusual. I feel like we had the doldrums at the Canaries, and now we're reaching. God knews what's ahead of us." Sam: "And how are you feeling?" Dee: "A bit deflated. I'm not having a happy-Dee day today, and that hasn't really helped. But we're sailing in perfect conditions."Really pretty drone shot, approaching from high altitude as Vestas sails in about 15 knotes of wind, triple-heading with the Masthead 0 on port gybe. In the cockpit at sunset, Mark and SiFi talk with Mark (off camera) about strategy; staying to the east to get further south vs. gybing west. They know (from the 1900 sched, which presumably just came through shortly before) that Dongfeng has gybed to the west. Charlie: "But you don't want to be soaking in 10 knots." Mark talks to Tony Mutter, on the helm, about whether a cloud they've been watching has dissipated. Charlie, gesturing to starboard: "I mean; we can cross MAPFRE by fucking 8 miles right now." Discussion of the current wind direction. They decide to gybe. Includes discussion of whether to peel to the A3 as part of it; Charlie decides to wait until after the gybe. Martin asks Simon to explain; he gives a summary. They're feeling exposed being to the east of everyone; are going to gybe over to give up some lead but get further from the eventual wind shadow of the Cape Verde Islands. Below, SiFi explains to Chuy, who's getting his boots on, why the maneuver is happening. Stacey shifts her bunk to starboard. On deck, as it's getting dark, they gybe, then sail on starboard toward the sunset.Martin on the stern as TTToP surfs on starboard gybe. Martin: "This is one of the best moments in the race. We've just left all the marks, all the shit (?)... stack is up, and now we're sending it; 30 knots." Major washing machine shots looking forward into the sunset, looking aft, mast-cam view of the stern and the wake with the person on the helm (Francesca?) working hard as they surf. Bianca on the cockpit sole being helped up by Liz after being washed off the stack, which inflated her PFD. Bianca, panting and dripping under the coaming: "So I just went to windward to go and get the halyard to tie it off, sat in front of the winch to try and clear it, just as the wave came and took me out. But I was clipped on, mom; don't worry." She laughs. Slomo shots of sending it, wide-angle shot showing Dee on the helm and another boat (Vestas?) crossing their bow; then changes to slomo shot of spray. Liz clipping in and climbing out the sheet to the clew of the Fractional 0; Martin helps her back on board. Slomo washing machine shots in the cockpit. Slomo spray and grinding with sunset in background. Epic stuff.Witty, sitting in the cockpit, to Tom: "Can you not tell John Fisher that I fucking think he's a fuckwit? The safety officer?" Tom: "I don't think he heard you." Witty: "He measures the length of his fingernails before he goes to be every night. What sort of a psycopath does that?" Tom: "No." Witty: "Yeah, he does, I've seen him. The safety officer." John, smiling: "It's a good atmosphere on board. Everyone gets on pretty well on this team. There's a lot of frivolity and a bit of joking and mickey-taking. It helps break up the tension and serious moments. It's a good thing... I think we're all pretty happy. The realization is it's a hard race. The boat's are all very equal. You fight for every mile you can get, and every time something doesn't go quite right you lose miles." Witty grinding, mugging for the camera. John joins him on the handles. Witty: "What are you doing? Fuck off. *Fuck* off." Laughing. Shot of Scallywag sailing into the sunset.Witty on the helm: "The pin's come out of the furling unit under load and the sail's dropped in the piss. I don't know how. But we recovered really nicely; could have cost us three spots. Boys did a good job. Boys and girls." (Tom takes helm back from Witty.) Witty: "Still don't know how the pin comes out under load; that's a bit of a mystery." Crash-cam night vision shot from stern looking forward. Masthead 0 suddenly comes free and falls over the side. Crewmember: "Oh, fuck!" Tom (?) (on the helm): "Everyone up! Gotta get (something) lowered. Gotta get the MH0 on board, J1 up. Everyone up!"Stu: "Clear sky on that side of the cloud." Charles: "But it looks more windy here than here, no?" Someone off camera (Charles? Pascal?): "Starboard is going to be a nightmare." Carolijn: "Painful." Stu (disgusted): "Fuck." Horace moving the stack forward. Carolijn: "The wind's just gone ligher on us... Could be an option to gybe out and split from the fleet. But at the same time the wind's very right at the moment. We've decided we're going to stick with the fleet and see what the pressure's going to do ahead of us." Sounds like maybe Stu was advocating for gybing onto starboard, but Charles overruled. (Per tracker, most of the fleet did end up gybing onto starboard while Dongfeng and Mapfre continued longer on port. Those that gybed earlier did better, leading to Dongfeng entering the Strait of Gibralter in last place.)