Zechariah could scream forever … but enough of his mind came back to him to remember that would not look good when they won. With two men and a child in the boat. Noah was still holding on, right?

He heard insane cackling and threw his head over his shoulder to gawk. Did that sailor even know how to swim? What kind of sailor did not know how to swim? For the first time, Zechariah questioned the ‘sailor’s lie tale of prowess.

Shockingly, with two less on the boat it was going faster! They were even ahead of some of those damned Carringtons! And one of the boats ahead of him? Crane! Handsome, thoughtful Crane! He smiled when Crane had the fast thinking to toss some rings to them, even though he was sure the lifeguards would handle it. What a guy!

Wait. What boat was that? What on Earth was he doing in a Ward’s boat!?

“Crane!” he shouted, still clinging to the mast [uselessly] for dear life.

He gestured angrily at Crane’s boat of choice, though his expression looked more confused.

“Why!?”