The crowd was significantly smaller than the first two days. Many were sleeping off their hangover. Some of the participants looked as if they should do the same. One poor soul had sunk - tub and all - before the race started, shouting curses at 'Longbottom repairs' as he went under.

The lifeboat crew had been replaced. He lived.

The weather was calm. The temperature was not too hot. The harbour smelled of piss.

The sound of a horn marked the start of the race.

Instructions for the race can be found here (under the spoiler). The finish line for this race lies at 100. Rolling an 8 or lower will result in a disaster of your choice that forces your character out of the race.

Francis Tully [28]
(20 + 4 + 4)
Total progress: 28

Murphy Maddock [27]
(15 + 2 + 3 + 3 + 4)
Total progress: 27

William Ward [26]
(18 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 3)
Total progress: 26

Bram Ward [24]
(20 + 2 + 2)
Total progress: 24

Mehmet Gardenier [23]
(18 + 2 + 3)
Total progress: 23

Ropati Fa'afili [22]
(17 + 2 + 1 + 2)
Total progress: 22

William Blacke [21]
(17 + 1 + 3)
Total progress: 21

Albert Adams [20]
(11 + 2 + 4 + 3)
Total progress: 20

Joseph Blacke [20]
(13 + 4 + 2 + 1)
Total progress: 20

Alexi Volkova [19]
(10 + 4 + 4 +1)
Total progress: 19

Noah Longbottom [19]
(16 + 3)
Total progress: 19

Thomas Shelley [17]
(11 + 3 + 2 + 1)
Total progress: 17

Edward Seymour [15]
(7 + 4 + 4)
Total progress: 15

Harry Longbottom [15]
(11 + 4)
Total progress: 15

Steve Kelly [15]
(15)
Total progress: 15

Lory Ward [14]
(4 + 3 + 1 +4 + 2)
Total progress: 14

Anita Longbottom [12]
(9 + 3)
Total progress: 12

Evelyn Griffin [11]
(7 + 3 + 1)
Total progress: 11

Elliot Riley [10]
(4 + 1 + 2 + 3)
Total progress: 10

Athanasia Katsaros [8]
(3 + 2 + 2 + 1)
Total progress: DISASTER STRIKES

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.

A nice tub rushed past Mehmet, and he couldn’t even be angry.

The water was beautiful! The air, clear! The piss, minimal! Mehmet was rowing away contentedly, seeing if he could catch up to Murphy.

Lory was so. Damned. Tired. Two races and not a single first place. This time! This time she’d win!

Her ore hit a rock and she hissed out a most sinful word:

“Drat!”

Anita had her feet up on the rim of the tub, a drink in hand and a smile on her face. She coasted along on everyone else’s cresting waves, one ore hovering above water to give a lackadaisical push here and there.

Wearing a fashionable bathing suit, Athanasia sat in the expensive custom-made tub that had arrived only yesterday.  She had not had time to try it out, but she was certain that she would do well.  Her brother was not in attendance, as he disapproved of her participation in the race.  Wrinkling her nose at the foul smell of the harbor, she wondered if he had been right this time.

The horn sounded and the young woman began rowing energetically. Unfortunately, after about three minutes, another tub crashed into hers, causing her small vessel to wobble precariously.  The person who had hit her didn’t even stop to see if she was okay.

Athanasia screamed as her tub overturned.  The oar flew out of her hand and hit her in the head, knocking her out.  She was still unconscious when she floated to the surface.  Luckily for her, she was floating face up.

Ropati was still getting his bearings in the water, though mostly out of an abundance of caution. His tub of choice had been sponsored by one of the vineyards he worked with; apparently, they used to crush grapes in it but got an even bigger tub. It had since been painted with the vineyard’s branding.

A drunk woman teetered past, and into a small young woman’s tub. Before he could even think otherwise, Ropati was closing the distance and sweeping a large arm out for her. Though roughly in the moving vessel, he managed to get his arm under her waist in the first attempt.

“Ma’am!” he shouted, pulling her into the tub and setting her in front of him … leaving him with the predicament: forward or backward?

The waves chose for them, and even with both of their weights the tub hurtled forward.

William Ward [27]
(14 + 3 + 4 + 4 + 2)
Total progress: 53

Ropati Fa'afili [29]
(18 + 4 + 4 + 3)
Total progress: 51

Murphy Maddock [24]
(17 + 1 + 1 + 3 + 2)
Total progress: 51

Albert Adams [26]
(19 + 3 + 2 + 2)
Total progress: 46

William Blacke [22]
(14 + 4 + 4)
Total progress: 43

Bram Ward [18]
(15 + 2 + 1)
Total progress: 42

Lory Ward [25]
(17 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 3)
Total progress: 39

Francis Tully [9]
(7 + 1 + 1)
Total progress: 37

Mehmet Gardenier [14]
(7 + 4 + 3)
Total progress: 37

Edward Seymour [20]
(14 + 2 + 4)
Total progress: 35

Joseph Blacke [13]
(9 + 1 + 1 + 2)
Total progress: 33

Noah Longbottom [13]
(12 + 1)
Total progress: 32

Evelyn Griffin [20]
(16 + 2 + 2)
Total progress: 31

Thomas Shelley [13]
(3 + 4 + 4 + 2)
Total progress: 30

Steve Kelly [14]
(14)
Total progress: 29

Elliot Riley [19]
(10 + 4 + 2 + 3)
Total progress: 29

Anita Longbottom [9]
(9)
Total progress: 21

Harry Longbottom [4]
(2 + 2)
Total progress: DISASTER STRIKES

Anita obliviously whacked Harry’s boat with her paddle on the way, before leaning back and settling into her tub.