Since Temenos II arrived in the Kerguelens, the local authority has been busy and a way to stabilise the keel has been found.  Work is set to continue again from two in the morning (local time). According to his team, Dominique hopes to leave the Kerguelens later in the day, once the system has been put in place and checked.  He is to set sail on a 2800-mile delivery trip to Fremantle in Australia and will have to be particularly vigilant due to the keel damage on his monohull.

 

"It's better now, but last night when the front passed with 45-knot winds, the seas got rougher and there was not much to do. It has been hairy at times, but now with 3 reefs in the main and the reacher up, I'm able to get some rest. The pace remains a bit frantic, and I've done 32.2 knots under autopilot, that's the boat's record! Sorry to hear about Mike's dismasting. but when the race gets that full on, the gear suffers a lot and failures like that are bound to happen."
Sébastien Josse (BT) talking to his shore team this afternoon.

 

"I have not mentioned it because I haven't truly fixed the situation but am monitoring the fuel consumption on a daily basis. The wind generator is working when the apparent wind is more than 18 knots so it only works upwind or on a reach. The power from it is a bit unreliable down here in the south where we spend a lot of the time deep reaching. The power consumption for the autopilot and increased use of the radar looking for ice has risen to the point that it concerns me on how much power the boat is using. All this to say, I'm not quite sure, fingers crossed that there is enough fuel to reach the finish line, best guesstimates are that we are ok. About the oil slick that jumped on board a while back. The good news is that it is slowly dissipating from the cockpit and deck area and the smell is all but gone. I suspect by the finish line it will hardly be noticeable. The staysail which was folded on deck at the time is not a pretty picture though. I had it up in the storm two days ago and it looks like a zebra. I hope the oil does not affect the material as it would be tough to loose this valuable heavy weather sail. As you can see from the damage reports coming in from the fleet and the number of retirements, the race is one of maintenance, perseverance and patience. My racing strategy primary goal is and always has been to complete the course safely and efficiently. I am sailing the boat with conservative aggression and trying not to break anything as it would be fatal to the completion of the race. There are some things that we cannot control of course and that is hitting things in the water and doing damage to the hull, keel or rudders. This comes down to good old "luck" or "bad luck" depending on how you fare.  I'm looking at the ice reports coming in from the front and especially the report of small growlers on the race track and the fact that JP has hit something "solid" , damaging his rudder and will be adjusting my course accordingly. Nothing concerns me more than sailing into an ice field and damaging the rudders."
Derek Hatfield (Algimouss-Spirit of Canada) in his daily report

 

Jean Baptiste Dejeanty, the skipper of Groupe Maisonneuve, announced this morning, December 16, at 7H15, his decision to retire from the race.  Problems of halyards and automatic pilots drove the skipper to make such a decision.  The skipper is safe and is sailing towards Port Elizabeth, South Africa, which is around 1200 miles from his current position.

 

"The wind is down from its near hurricane strength last night, and the leftover sea is big and messy, and the boat is bouncing off waves in every direction, very unpleasant. We had steady 55/57 knots with periods in 60s also. The storm jib did good work, keeping us on a beam reach to get past the lee shore of Crozet. When we started down that south side, it was a nice broad reach, and it looked as if we'd be able to get past before the wind changed, but no... It was very cold. The inside of the cabin is like a lake with the condensation dripping everywhere. When the wind finally started to reduce, I took several naps. The last one, I was thrown out of the bunk, but high enough so that I didn't come through the opening in the bulkhead, but in fact fetched up on the bulkhead with my head, cushioned by my ear. It hurts. I was using the watch alarm on the radar through the first part of the storm, until on a check up forward, I noticed that with 55 knots of wind, the hinged radome simply blows 90 degrees to leeward, so that it would not be scanning the horizon, but a vertical slice of the sky. I turned of the radar and went with the Activ Echo. When putting up the staysail in the morning, I saw that the port side titanium support rail near the mast had been broken at a weld. The reacher and genaker halyards were tied there, and the swaying of the two halyards in the violence of the storm had broken the titanium weld."
Rich Wilson (Great American III) in his daily message

 

"The adventure has turned into a hand to hand fight over the past few days. The Indian, the Apache, the Mohican is a brave warrior. And we're the poor cowboys, who under-estimated the wild natural instincts of this ocean. We racers with our brand new silver dream machines, are no longer grouped together, but have spread out. The battlefield that appeared in the naked light of day revealed damaged multihulls and downhearted sailors.  This description may appear exaggerated, but talking it over with people around here and looking at my own condition and my boat, that's how it feels this morning.  The Indian Ocean is in the process of granting or refusing permission and the toll is expensive.  Waking up this morning was like coming out of a nightmare. I'm stunned, not to say reeling from the violence.  The Indian, which was sleeping in me, has awoken.  I'm fed up simply putting up with it.  As I write this letter, as I try to find the right words, I can feel the rebel appearing in me, rather like an adolescent facing his father.  Now I'm going to fight head held high, intent on gaining revenge for you, my blood brother, for your gang in the Abers (in Brittany), my friend Bernard. The Indian deserves a lot of respect  and you need to remain humble when crossing it.  But I have even more respect for you and your family. The fight goes on.  For not much longer now, but I'm holding out.”
Yann Eliès in his daily message