Xabi, on the bow, talks in Spanish. He repeats in English: Tricky night, quite busy, sailing upwind in 12-16 knots with the J1. A few tacks, some big shifts with clouds. Ended up positioning themselves as the most north of the fleet. Pretty happy where they are. But still have to pass a small high pressure ridge. First one going out is going to stretch a lot. Hopefully the investment we've made in the northwest will work out. Have to see what happens. Neti, lying on the bow, talks in Spanish. He repeats in English: Whole fleet is in a line. Waiting for the wind from the southwest. We are very nervous, as you can see. Xabi in the cockpit. Blair. Talking about Dongfeng. AkzoNobel three-quarters of a mile away. Joan in the cockpit. Crew lying down on the foredeck. Tamara resting. Joan sleeping. Crew sleeping in the bow.Drifting conditions near the Irish coast. Jack: I don't think we're making too much headway on the land. Other boats visible behind them, including Brunel. Drifting. J1 flopping. Fabien: I don't know if we are lucky, but we are ahead of the fleet since the beginning. But now we are in the light spot, with Brunel and MAPFRE behind... We are very close to the shore, with no wind. Expect northeast wind at the corner, which is one mile. But we have no wind with current. It's not easy. Charles looks under the sail at Brunel and mutters. Shore is just a few hundred yards away. Tacking the MH0. Pascal talks with Charles in French. Charles on the helm. Intensity. Sailing with more wind, tacking the J1. Brunel and MAPFRE to starboard. Another tack. Sailing toward land in the sunset. Charles and Pascal. Jack on the helm. Charles talks with Pascal in French. Charles: Okay we tack. Pascal: Tacking guys! They tack. Black on the rail. Vestas crossing them. Crossing MAPFRE. Another tack next to the shore. Carolijn trims, moves to pedestal: Someone come with me please? Later, Carolijn: Vestas is coming upright. Much less breeze. Coming back into the breeze now. Sunset. Black comes up from below. Daryl on the helm. AkzoNobel crosses behind them. Another boat ahead of them.Crew sits forward. Nick: The change is so welcome right no. I've never been so happy to be in three knots of wind. Mark, on the helm: How quickly things change. Yesterday I got blown off the wheel, my life jacket exploded (crash cam footage of the life jacket deploying), and now we've got 5 knots of wind and we're drifting; well, not drifting, but it's dry. And I think everyone's enjoying the ligher conditions. Shot of socks and gloves drying on the cabin top. Nick: It's warm, and a bit sunny. And we're coming into Dongfeng, and MAPFRE's coming into us. And the whole fleet's going to pile up and restart. Shot of Dongfeng, 5 miles distant on their starboard bow (I think?). TJ and Jena in the cockpit talk about something having to do with food. Jena: I would put raisins in, to have the sweetness. TJ scoffs. Charlie, below on the PA, says something about [something] tasting really good. Charlie: "156 at 6 knots." He and SiFi discuss tacking. He points out Dongfeng on their starboard beam; have done a good job closing in on them from 11 miles to 2 miles. Waiting for a shift to make a tack. Phil steers.Witty, on the helm, talks about strategy with the exclusion zone. Tacking now to cover the boats behind. A high percentage play. Not what he really wants to do. Tacking the MH0. Slomo grinding. Slomo stacking. Lowering the J1. Libby and Witty at the nav station. Witty: "Vestas is 1.7 miles behind the leader. That would mean the fucking Scallywags are leading... Well done all." Peter, on deck, explains that they've gone north and the rest of the fleet has gone east. It's a bit risky. Parko, on the helm: It's nice to be taking the lead after a shaky start. A couple of new faces on board, and took us a while to find our feet. But there's two different breezees right now and it's anyone's game. We've only just started. Sunset. Sailing as darkness falls.Drone shots: High overhead, overtaking to weather, circling the bow. Another boat (MAPFRE?) astern and to weather, and another boat astern and to leeward. Shot of a red boat (MAPFRE?) crossing their bow. Witty, on the helm, points out the other boats all around them. Witty: "Let's get the sails over guys." (In preparation for tacking.) We see the tack onto port. Trystan explains the Brazil exclusion zone. Dongfeng ahead, MAPFRE to leeward. Our position with the fleet is quite good. Stacking.Blair, by the stack, talks about how they had a really tough day, with a squally cloud line and lots of tacks. Held onto Brunel, but lost 5 or 6 miles to Dongfeng. And then TTToP and Vestas got through on the other side. But a long way to go... He thinks they're sailing well. Shot of them approaching the oil drilling ship with the flaming flare on the stern. Brunel crossing on starboard a quarter mile behind them. They tack to cover. Shifting the stack. Look at them all max hiking, threaded through the lifelines. Shot of another competitor (Brunel?) to leeward. Light winds. Sail changes. Sunset with Willy grinding.Luke, below: First night at sea seemed long, bashing upwind, tacking, not a lot of sleep. But East Cape in a few hours and then downwind and an end to tacking. Someone calls from the companionway to the cockpit: "We should be crossing them". Nicho on deck with two boats to leeward. Chipping away; not sure if we're any faster. Brunel crosses behind them. Luke, Emily, and Brad getting dressed below. Luke: About to go around East Cape, in joint third position with Brunel. Looking forward to a few days on port tack heading south toward the Southern Ocean. Brad eating. Had an hour and half of good sleep. Emily: Nah, had a full 12 hours of beauty sleep. You can tell by the hair, and always so charming. Brunel and TTToP sailing to leeward.Luke, below: First night at sea seemed long, bashing upwind, tacking, not a lot of sleep. But East Cape in a few hours and then downwind and an end to tacking. Someone calls from the companionway to the cockpit: "We should be crossing them". Nicho on deck with two boats to leeward. Chipping away; not sure if we're any faster. Brunel crosses behind them. Luke, Emily, and Brad getting dressed below. Luke: About to go around East Cape, in joint third position with Brunel. Looking forward to a few days on port tack heading south toward the Southern Ocean. Brad eating. Had an hour and half of good sleep. Emily: Nah, had a full 12 hours of beauty sleep. You can tell by the hair, and always so charming. Brunel and TTToP sailing to leeward."Twenty seconds" (unitl the start). Tacking up after the start. Dee on the helm. Rounding the weather mark behind Brunel. Lucas talks about being right in the middle of it; good intensity. Henry, on the aft pedestal, talks about the crowd. When they arrived it was 2 a.m. and they thought they had a lot of boats out, but Sunday afternoon is a different level. Nice start; they're in good shape. Time to head south. They love their yachting in New Zealand. Frederico talks about the spectator fleet. Dee; What a send off. Auckland Harbor delivered... Loving it."Twenty seconds" (unitl the start). Tacking up after the start. Dee on the helm. Rounding the weather mark behind Brunel. Lucas talks about being right in the middle of it; good intensity. Henry, on the aft pedestal, talks about the crowd. When they arrived it was 2 a.m. and they thought they had a lot of boats out, but Sunday afternoon is a different level. Nice start; they're in good shape. Time to head south. They love their yachting in New Zealand. Frederico talks about the spectator fleet. Dee; What a send off. Auckland Harbor delivered... Loving it.Libby, wearing a GoPro (that really is a Garmin) in the prestart: "20 to burn; 1:10 to go." Witty, on the helm on the final approach to the line: "Deploy the MH0 guys! When you're ready deploy the MH0. Go, go!" Libby: "No burn time." We see the MH0 deploy. Libby: "No burn time; we're late." Close action as they're tacking out. Witty: "Nice to wn the start in our home town." Tacking out with other boats close. Slomo grinding. New crewmember Marcus talks excitedly about the good start. Marcus, grinding: "I"m still feeling it. Didn't get much sleep on the plane, so I'll be looking forward to getting a bit of sleep tonight. I doubt it though." He laughs. Libby on the LIbby-cam: "J1 on the next tack." António smiles in slomo. Witty steers.