"Oooooof! Man down, man down!! A sailor just fell off Darry's ship. Will the captain stop to save his man? Let's see."
Everyone on board the ships whispered a quick prayer to the Gods. In particular, a certain sailor on the Darry ship looked up to watch the winds and unfortunately became distracted by the sails. "Is that---is that a FACE?! On our sails??" Then BOOM, the ship hit the shore rocks, they had been going too fast. The unfortunate sailor was leaning too close to the edge and fell. "Nooooooo!" his yell muffled as he hit the water.
Sailor #9 who had been near the first watched in shock as his friend went over. He turned to the wheel and screamed, "CAPTAIN! Man over board!"
"Ah feck. Fish him out."
"Can't, he's slippery as a dic--, nevermind got him."
Darry gets -2 for the unfortunate sailor.
A sigh of relief passed through the sailors. The majority of the captains are able to keep their ships under control and steer through the white water rapids. Soon, they find themselves approaching the Highgarden port. Adoring fans and race watchers line the riverbank. As the ships continue, the crowd gets larger and larger, pushing each other to get a glimpse. Young maidens throw flower petals into the water, showering their respective favored ship. As with an event and race of such magnitude, the crowd fails to abide by societal rules and the river finds itself almost choked with garbage. Half-bitten loaves of bread, chicken wings and thighs, floating wooden tankards, and many other objects are seen polluting the water.
A mischievous pack of urchin boys snicker from where they hid. An older boy laughs, "Ha, these shit nobles won't know what hit them." They roll several barrels of wine into the river hoping it'll slow down the ships.
Third Checkpoint Roll
[[1d25 Tyrell]]
[[1d25-2 Darry]]
[[1d25 Tarly]]
[[1d25 Velaryon]]
[[1d25 Kenning]]
[[1d25 Ashford]]
[[1d25 Redwyne]]
[[1d25 Oakheart]]
[[1d25 Frey]]