Coxswain of the Crew

Cam

Counting was good.

Counting helped.

What could he count?

Dropouts.

That would work.

One.

Two.

Five.

Mud.

Sweat.

Fear.

He could do this.

He could do this.

It was cool that Josh and Ryder were ahead of him.

For now.

Baloo.

Quaid.

Someone else covered in mud.

He had this.

In the bag.

The big, bell-shaped bag.

Even though it didn’t look like it. He totally had this.