"Yeah guys I am totally gonna win!" Ryan said to all of us. Ryan always thinks he is the best at everything, I mean everything.
"Okay Ryan." Bob, Ryan's crew, said sarcastically. Hi, I'm Bill. I have short dark brown hair and some freckles. I sail the V-110 with my crew, and my best friend, Jack. I love to sail and I think I'm pretty good at it too.
I should probably tell you a little more about sailing. All of us, Ryan, Jack, Bob, and me, sail a two person boat called an X scow, or X boat as we call it. It is 16 feet long and has two sails. The skipper, the person in the back of the boat, steers them around and trims the main sail. The crew, the person in the front of the boat, trims the jib sail. The skipper does not just steer them anywhere, there is a course, the course in made up of three to four buoys. It is set up like the example shown below. Everybody who sails an X scow has a number and a letter on their sail. The letter represents what lake they are from, Ryan and I's is V for Pewaukee Lake. For the number it just represents you, nobody from your lake can have the same number, but everybody from your lake has the same letter. That is my short history into the X scow.
"Ryan there are some tough competitors here, I mean N-172 won the WYA." Jack told us,
"Nah, he's not that good. That was light and fluky wind, He got lucky." Ryan exclaimed. Jack is right though, N-172 is supposed to win. Jack is always a great sport and he can never tell a lie if someone asks him something. He has short blond hair and some freckles as well. For the most part we get along, a few bumps in the road, but we're good friends. BOOOM!
"That's the hour gun guys. Let's rig our boat's and get out there." I said as we headed for the docks.

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"Dude, I can't believe I'm winning!" I shouted once we got to the table to eat.                                                                                                                                   "Eh, doesn't matter, I'll beat you guys anyway." Ryan said with attitude as he sat down at a different table. Ryan is a bad sport, explaining why he wasn't sitting with us, but he has good looks. He is always picking up girls.
            Then Bob sat down and said, "Ryan is such a sore loser. He loved it when we won and you got second, but then he was furious when you won and we got third." I should probably explain to you how I'm winning. Basically you just try to be the first one to finish going around the course. You try to have the least amount of points after all the races have been sailed. You get as many points as the place you get, one point if you get first, two points if you get second and so on and so forth. Now back to the story.
We had sailed two races this morning and they were planning to sail two more this afternoon. The wind was pretty light this morning (5-10 MPH), but this afternoon it was supposed to blow! Then it did, it was about 15-20 MPH and it was chaos. Three boats tipped over (capsized), two boats masts fell down, and there were three big collisions I knew of, one including Ryan.      
            "Dude, I should be winning right now!, Not N-172!" Ryan yelled, "I was in first and then that kid hit us going downwind on port!" Yes everybody knew to stay out of Ryan's way or he will rage at you, but not GL-10. Gl-10's pole got wrapped around Ryan's forestay, while Ryan was winning by a lot. They whirled around each for a long time until their pole broke, but Ryan was now in seventh place and totally mad.
            "Why would he do that!?" Ryan yelled
            "Ryan calm down. Plus why didn't you protest him?" I asked as we walked into the hotel pool, about three hours after the race.
            "Disallowed because the kids lied and said there was no damage." Ryan said as he started to calm down. "The kid lied to get out of the protest." Bob exclaimed. This is bad, now Ryan is going to ruin that kids regatta, not good! Ryan has done it before and he will do it again.
            "Who cares, are we going to let this one thing ruin our fun?" Jack asked. Ryan seemed to be staring past Jack to the lobby.
            "It's GL-10, with a new pole!" Ryan said loudly as he hopped out of the pool and grabbed all of us a towel, "Follow me, quietly."
            GL-10 did not notice us, or the fact that they dropped one of their room keys. Ryan picked it up, but instead of giving it to them, he slipped it in his pocket. We followed them to their room, floor 2, hence why we took the stairs, room 42. Ryan motioned for us to watch their room while he left. GL-10 just quickly went in and came back out, and luckily went to the elevator instead of the stairs. We knew what Ryan went to get, 5 dozen eggs and a whole lot of toilet paper. Jack, Bob, and I had seen many of Ryan's "trashings" but none like this. By the time Ryan finished the room sinks were clogged, their clothes were everywhere, eggs were everywhere and toilet paper was the new crown molding. Ryan grabbed the bags and we all ran and grabbed a few sodas too, I mean free soda. We trashed the evidence in the hotel bathroom and started to swim again, Ryan was an expert, and it made me furious. He never got caught, once!     This was wrong and all of us knew it, except Ryan. We were all to scared to tell him, as we've seen his works I thought to myself for all of us, as we decided to go back to our rooms and hit the hay as it was late.

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            "I'm gonna get more food." Ryan said as he got up from our table at lunch.                                                             "Dude you guys are good!" I announced to X-79, who is currently winning.
           "Thanks dude, I never expected it. Anyway tell me about yourselves. Do you guys play sports?"
           Ryan started to talk as he sat down, "Bill and Jack play baseball, ski, and of course sail. Bob plays lacrosse and skis. And I play football and ski."
            "Cool dude, do you guys do well at school?" Mark, the skipper of X-79 asked.
           "We all get straight A's, right guys?" Ryan said,
           "Cool" Mark exclaimed, "Are you guys like best friends?"
           "Yeah, I mean I really like hanging with these guys. And I treat them pretty well, I think, or at least I try-" That was the moment that I realized that Ryan is not that bad of a guy. I knew everybody else did too when I asked them that night what Ryan said after the part I heard, and none of them could answer.
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            HOORN!
            "Jack we just won the regatta!" I practically screamed. I was bombarded with coach boats and everybody congratulated. We sailed in with ease knowing that we just won the 2014 X inland. Ryan even told me this after my speech.
            "Great job, kid. I'm sorry I kept putting you down. Congrats Bill!"
           "Thanks Ryan, lets go home!" I told him.