"Dad, what is that?" Riven's voice suddenly became a bit hesitant as she pointed to a giant sport fishing boat speeding in the distance.
The vessel was enormous, at least 80 feet long, with four powerful outboard motors kicking up massive white waves at the stern.
It was cutting across from their side stern at an astonishing speed of over 40 knots, with a trajectory full of provocation.
"Damn idiots!" Captain Mike cursed as soon as he glanced over, "It's those weekend crazy bastards again! They've had too much to drink!"
According to nautical rules, motorboats must give way to sailboats.
But this fishing boat blatantly ignored the rules, not slowing down at all and instead deliberately sounding the horn as if showing off and provoking.
"What is he trying to do?" Riven's face also changed.
"He wants to cut across our bow and give us a rinse with his wake!" Mike immediately judged the other party's intention, his face turning pale.
