And that’s all fine and good, but I’m not the only one who’s got weapons. I see the muzzle flashes as the Otter’s medium machine gun opens up. This isn’t a chain gun with a grotesque rate of fire, so I can’t see the stream of fire, which makes the whole thing all the more frightening. If the Otter’s gunner gets a dead bead on me, the first indication I’ll have of it is when I start taking hits. I cut left, catching a good second and a half of air as I cross the wake, shifting my weight desperately to stop the Watersport’s tendency to corkscrew. Almost immediately I cut back right again, jumping the wake a second time. Then back to the left.