I’m like a water-skier cutting back and forth behind the boat, getting closer with each crossing. This is starting to feel suicidal, but it’s the only thing I can think of. The gunner aboard the Otter can traverse his weapon to track me—with limited success so far, thank Ghu. Not so with me. My firmpoint-mounted weapons are fixed, so if I want to hit something, first I’ve got to point the nose of the Watersport at whatever it is. Meaning, in turn, that I can put my imaginary sights on my target at only two points of my zigzagging, and those make for maximum-deflection shots anyway.