What a blast

As Amer Sports One peels off to collect medical supplies the rest of the fleet is reaching a critical point in the race

A message from Bart Simpson aboard News Corp.

Wanted For Fraud

I'm in the big bad Southern Ocean sailing to Australia. I'm still wanted for fraud Down Under, so I'm using a fake passport under the name of 'Gundersnatch.' Don't let the Aussies know, or I'll get the ol' bum boot for sure.

It's cold and windy - 25 knots all the time. Huge powerful waves keep sneaking up behind the boat - it's like I'm being followed by Nelson and Jimbo. At night all you hear is a roar of water, and if you're smart, you duck. But if you're smarter, you hide below by the heater.

Scotty, Gordon, Barney and Steve drive the boat one hour at a time - that's about all that's humanly possible. We should have gotten Professor Frink to build us a robot.

I had a run-in with an Albatross - 20 feet across. She snatched me up in her beak, but Alby pulled me to safety. Good old Alby. As he was doing it, I swiped his chocolate bar. Sucker.

Wait a second... Alby's Australian! Gotta go