He should get an award for even showing up with his hangover! Look, maybe he had lied about how much he knew about sailing. But it was there somewhere. He had learned it once. It was just a long time ago and he wasn't in the best state to be out on the water, that was all.

God, he felt sick.

At least he had negotiated a good pay whatever the result.

"James, stop shoutin' at that cunt and mind that bloody rudder!" Then he pointed at the rich fuck. "You, take hold of that..." Uh oh....

He ran for the side of the boat and threw up. Alas, he didn't make it to the hull.