The guys are motivated, they want to win, this team is proving each and every moment that they’re here to win

On port tack our eyes are on Lisbon

No waves, little wind from the aft, and one of our opponents less than a mile ahead … Luckily we can not eat your fingers because we’d all be crippled.

Today it’s more about speed than strategy, we are all sailing in a straight line and waiting for somebody to make the first move.

A failed sail change left “Brunel” behind and little by little we extended our advantage. When we were sailing next to each other, I was cooking and I almost thought they were going to sail into our boat.

Today we’ll reach the southern part of the ice exclusion zone, and there’ll be several calls to make. We’ll see what awaits us. Is it going to be a gybe party or will we deal with straight line sailing…?