There was chaos in the water. Their second place might not have been a prize winning victory, but he had been proud of the accomplishment for all of two seconds before he realized. Seeing the closest was a man who was trying to swim to the finish line get pushed under by a ship, he jumped into the water. He dove towards the nearest victim. He hoped someone would save the man who'd been struck by the buoy tossed by the first place ship.

He made it to the spot just as the ship passed, searching under for the man though it was hard to see in the chilly waters. He managed to find him and tug him to the surface hoping it was in time as he gasped for air and checked to see if the man was still breathing, worry filling him that he'd been too late or the strike to the head had already done the damage.