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Hey, Landlubbers!

Hey Land-Lubbers, RONA II has seen a real mix of weather in the last 24
hours. We have had squalls and lulls from Beaufort force 9 - 3, overall we
are gaining and overtaking every boat we see on our AIS - short range
position messages that are sent over VHF radio. A big morale booster for the
crew. Wildlife has been good with flying fish landing on the decks, dolphins
surrounding the boat and a constant view of birds soaring the waves looking
for dinner. Lighter winds are forecast for the next 36 hours so the crew are
working hard to keep Rona II racing in amongst their sunbathing. Now for a
rap by the crew:

**To be rapped in the style of Fresh Prince of Bel Air**

Oh, In the west Atlantic, the sails are raised,
On the foredeck is where we spend the most of our days,
Chilling out, trimming and grinding all cool,
Gritting our teeth as we get through the squall.

When a couple of boys who were up to no good,
Started throwing up in the neighborhood.
Accidentally gybed and the skipper got scared and said
"Stick a reef in the main and I'm back off to bed"

Checked on the nav and other boats were near,
AIS said Humboldt and Oriole were here,
If anything, I would say our speed was clear,
Been flying all night taking the fleet up the rear.

The winds picked up to a 9 or 8,
and then we did a U-turn: thanks to the mate!
Looked at horizon we were half-way there,
Ready to claim our cup as the Kings of Rona

The music video will be posted as soon as we reach land!

Rona II lout.

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