Darius was cursing up a storm. The men on the boat were incompetent, he'd hired them to sail and they did nothing but vomit and run around playing pirate. He wanted to yell some more when there was a terrible sound, and the boat lurched. He grabbed at a side to keep to his feet when he heard one of the old men yelling about the goat , perhaps wanting to rescue it. But he didn't get much time to try before the boat moved again.

The oldest Carrington saw the sky and then plunged into chilly water. He managed to surface and cough up some of the water, but he didn't know how to swim. Why would he? He wasn't a fish! He clawed at the water, making no progress in remaining afloat or going to shore. Images of the death he'd seen flashed in his mind. Things were just about to go well for him! And now he feared he was going to meet the reaper because of a damned race.