"Perfect," I muttered, feeling my heart expand like a balloon ready to pop in my chest. "September, lean towards that boat."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Lean towards it."
"Connor, you would never be this risky. Usually, September does all this stuff," Malachi said. "I'm not sure–"
"Lean towards the boat, September. Please," I said, ignoring all their complaints. But they were right. This is unlike me, but in this matter, sometimes you have to take action.
And that's what I'm doing.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" September asked once again, now making me feel unsure myself.
"I don't know, it's worth a try though," I said. "It's worth a try."
"Well this try may cost us our lives," Malachi said, looking at me. "You better hope this is a good idea."
I didn't know what to say, but mostly because of the fact I knew it wasn't a good idea. We could wait for the YMPA fleet to start attacking the convoy, but that would take ages.