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…?

Three days into this intense Atlantic crossing and we expect good winds to benefit us and take us to our destiny to the top of the podium.

The water temperature rose from 11 to 19 surprising degrees, and it’s much nicer. The cold doesn’t hurt anymore, and it’s easier to go through the night.