Note to future self: hydrofoils go under the boat, not in the "I wish I had thought of this sooner" list. Failed to chase that… whatever it was. Blamed the hull, then blamed physics, then gave the problem to Wayne. He and Fred cooked up a set of foils in record time—aluminum, attitude, and half the spare parts in Wayne's "critical junk" locker. Athena installed new controls and—no surprise—gave them an overclocked setting called "Flight Risk." We tested at half-throttle, and for a second, Dauntless skipped across the lake like a kid's rock—and then we really skipped. Not sure we broke the laws of physics, but we did violate several lake safety protocols. Not sure what we'll find next, but for now: We flew. I'd write my mother, but she never believed my stories anyway.
Hydrofoils work. Should’ve gotten hazard pay. Spyder's still grinning. Vanessa threatened to tie us both down if we try that again without a spotter. Athena logged "pilot error" as a success.
The cots are still nightmares, but nothing compared to flight. Next time someone mentions upgrades, I’ll hide the coffee. Did he say "turn it slow?" Didn't matter.