Nicho on the helm at sunrise. Simeon: Basically the plan is working out, which is nice. Heading more and more to New Zealand. A little more pressure. Coming from underneath, which was alwyas the plan. Sailing more miles, but doing them quicker. Shots of them triple-heading on port gybe. Simeon: In a strong position now; wouldn't want to trade with anyone else. In good shape heading toward New Zealnd, and then the last 400 miles in are very light. Cecile coils. Justin, below, talks about how it's been a long slog. Timing the approach; time and tide. Fingers crossed; keep pushing. Brad, Nicolai in the cockpit. Stacking the sails aft. Grinding. Nicho with his penguin balaclava. Nicho below: staring the weather to death on the computer, so we're prepared. To be in a position to win a leg is a very special thing. It's a rare, rare, rare occurrence... Enjoy every moment you can, because you may not have another. Simeon looks at the latest sched; talks about Scallywag being in stealth mode. 25 (miles?) more than Brunel, 24 more than Dongfeng. Jules and Simeon talk at the nav station. Sunset through the companionway silhouetting a crewmember.Shot from the cabin aft toward the cockpit, where crew is silhouetted against the evening sky as TTToP sails fast on starboard gybe. Pretty sure this is from the previous evening when they were north of Madeira, before they gybed to port around 19:18 UTC. Below, in her neoprene hood at the nav station, Liz talks to Sam: "We just gybed west next to Madeira. Looks like this might be our last gybe on starboard." (This would have been the gybe around 22:37 UTC.) Liz: "Just got the [2300] position report in; it's not ideal. A long way to go. About 40 miles from the first boat. We're going to have to push quite hard, but we'll hopefully catch them up when they start slowing down... A bit disappointed, because we thought we'd been pushing quite hard. But obviously not as hard as the others. So we're gonna have to try a bit harder." Lights on Madeira; the loom of a lighthouse. Shot of someone (Liz?) unvelcro-ing the cuff of her foulies. Martin, below in his bunk, says something I can't quite decipher: "We just gybed, [something something] behind us and Atlantic Ocean straight ahead." Sam pans down from Martin in his bunk to Nicolas asleep in the bunk below him.