perched on the stern, already shirtless, one hand braced on the gunwale It's my turn and everyone knows it's my turn.

adjusting his cap, feet planted like the deck might argue with him It's not your turn. Nobody keeps turns. There's no system.

The system is I asked first.

tucking her hair behind her ear, eyebrows up You asked first last time. That's the exact opposite of a system.

elbow resting on the throttle Y/n, you're the tiebreaker. Talk some sense into them.

swings his legs over the side, ready to jump regardless Don't listen to Pope. He'll cite some maritime law he read in a textbook.

There is no —

— maritime law about canal jumping, Pope, we know —

grinning at Y/n So? Am I jumping or what?