Coop nodded vigorously at Sarah's suggestion they find a camera.<br/><br/>"Gah! Glad you thought of that. I would have waited until I was kicking myself for not having any pictures to think of it." He turned an appraising squint on the depths on either side of the boat. After a moment he nodded. "Good clarity. Nice and deep out here, bottom's not too silty. I used to do a little underwater photography. Nothing fancy, you know, but I could almost always get a whole fish in the frame and in focus."<br/><br/>The boat made a long, easy curve around the end of the dock as he lined them up for arrival.<br/><br/>"Now here's the other tricky part: stopping. We don't have any brakes, and if I threw the motor into reverse to try and slow us down we'd be in the drink again. So..." He began easing back on the throttle at what looked like an excessive distance from the mooring. Little by little the boat lost momentum until it was barely crawling through the brilliant cobalt waters.<br/><br/>"Nice job, matey." Cooper smiled back. "Mind taking the wheel again while I run forward and tie us up?" He had begun realizing what he was about to say half way through, but it had been too late to stop. A flash of crimson ran over his face and he chortled at his boots for a moment, then coughed. "Um. Tie the boat off, I mean."