Darius glared at his brother and grabbed a bottle that was on the ship, whether it was his or the other man's didn't matter. He wanted to chuck it at his head. Flashes of a fallen coach driver was the only thing that stopped him. He gestured with his other hand, "Even if I lose this race. I will win the fortune and you'll be on the street!" He shouted at him.

He turned back and immediately called for the men to get the boat moving.