They had decided to watch the fireworks from the middle of the Charles River. Four people in a
rowboat, without lights, in the middle of nautical chaos.
Not the brightest thing he had ever done.
A yacht thundered up the river, headed straight for them. They were sucked in close to the larger
boat’s hull, in danger of being crushed.
“Row!” John yelled at DK. He dug in with his oars as well. They popped loose, accelerated,
rocketed toward another boat. Another collision was barely averted.
John gazed up into the night sky, his brain suddenly on fire. The mathematics of gravity, friction,
and thrust came together, aligned into a smooth ballet of unequalled acceleration.
“DK, I’ve got an idea.”
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