Before long, the two yachts pulled apart, then both increased throttle, preparing to ram each other.
They sped like lightning, carving two trails of white spray across the sea.
The yachts raced forward, each facing another vessel of the same kind.
"This is so thrilling!" Little Illusion cried.
"I must be crazy." Jock clung to the deck railing, trembling all over.
He had long forgotten that jumping ship was still an option.
A shrewd, worldly person would have grabbed a life jacket and jumped overboard by now.
No matter which side won, he would still have a chance of being rescued.
Of course, his chances would be higher if his own side won.
Neither yacht changed course. The collision would happen within ten seconds.
Spray flew, engines roared, and everyone aboard felt their adrenaline surge.
This was exactly the kind of thrill some people sought.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
The distance closed rapidly.
The drivers on both sides could see each other's faces.
At this point, it was a contest of who had the nerve to hold out until the end.
Of course, if both had the nerve, then both would lose.
Even with three seconds left, the driver of Little Illusion's yacht neither slowed down nor turned.
The other side, however, was already starting to panic.
The other driver was a young man.
"We're done for! This guy wants to drag us down with him!" He saw the signs of death in the other man's eyes. "Bang!" He instinctively jerked the wheel aside.
But by then, it was already too late.
The two boats collided head-on.
"Boom!"
After the deafening blast, spray shot hundreds of meters into the air.
When the waves finally fell and they looked out over the sea again, it was empty. There were no wrecks,