He was glad there was no way the priests would be there for the yacht race. He was certain he'd get the tub back before they even noticed, and if he won, even better right? He had no idea what the prize was but it had to be something good?

When the race started, he focused and rowed like he was running from his troubles and maybe it was the face he was eating sort of healthy thanks to the church, or maybe it was just that he was light but strong and the tub was good, but when Francis happened to glance around, no one was beside him. He looked back as he rowed and realized with shock and awe that he was in first!

This was totally unexpected but he hoped he could make it last. He gritted his teeth and rowed with all his strength. If he could win, just once, maybe he could show everyone how awesome he was.