Yammo could've outright scolded him, and Link would've silently taken his lumps for screwing up as massively as he did. He'd been so damn intent on keeping that keg of powder as far away from himself as possible, to not add its blast to the inevitable mess that cannon was going to make when it finally went off, that he hadn't stopped to think.
He kept his gaze down on the ground, staring at it as if it might present a way of getting out of the hole he dug for himself. Nothing was forthcoming, so he said the only thing he could think of that might help in some way. "We're not going to get around the timing, are we?"
Maybe they had thought of something that he couldn't. It was a weak hope, but maybe.