With three of them in the dingy, it was a tighter squeeze than normal. And given how sore everyone was, rowing was out of the question. Jake had used the paddle getting here, but given how dark it had already gotten, speed was more important. Naomi's Farfetch'd was paddling along the surface next to the boat, while her Dratini was scouting out ahead. The dingy's little motor started quickly, after just a couple of pulls. It clearly wasn't the full throated roar of a powerboat, but rather the quieter putt-putt-putt of an engine meant for steady progress on this small lake.<br/><br/>Naomi sat in the stern of the Dinghy, letting the other two sort out who sat where. On her part, there lot of blushing and trying not to look the other two in the eyes, since she couldn't sit demurely and control the motor at the same time.<br/><br/>Hopefully, the trip back to camp would be uneventful, as they'd had quite enough events today!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>