They were doing terribly, but the important part was that they were not doing nearly as terribly as Darius. Yes! He lost the whole damned boat! Was that, uh, goat going to be okay? But more importantly, he lost the whole damned boat!

He hoped they did not lose the whole damned boat. His throat was a little chafed from screaming, but nowhere near court-levels chafed. He panted, took inventory of the boats still racing forward (damn you, Wards!), and took a deep breath for more screaming.

“The other Wards! We have to beat those damned Wards!”

And by ‘we’, he meant Mr. Benjamin.