Christine watched in shock at the goings on. She wanted to celebrate their third place, but barely managed to call to the others to stop the ship. What was it? Drop anchor? Whatever worked.

She heard a woman near her gasp, and turned her head. She didn't know her but had been brought in by Cheri. "Don't look." Christine tried to sound somber and say it quietly, but perhaps it came off cold. She stared, wanting to see if they were brought to safety, like happy endings did exist, but it kept looking like it would get worse. What if the other boats coming up didn't stop or try to avoid them. Or the lifeguards didn't act quickly enough. It felt like there'd be a black mark on this year's regatta.