Coop gave a comically exaggerated sigh.<br/><br/>"Well, I had been planning on doing a little skip across the pier, just to show off a little. You know, get a good run up at one of those gangways to the mooring, and pshew!" He flashed the remaining scrap of his ice cream treat across an inclined hand, miming the action of a boat performing a ludicrous James Bond stunt. "Not creaming the magazine guy was gonna be my extra points trick. But if you wanna do it the easy way..."<br/><br/>He shrugged and popped the last of his snack into his mouth. "Anyway, the insurance on them probably doesn't cover that kind of thing. Dang accountants."<br/><br/>When Sarah had finished the last of her own indulgence, they ambled over to the booth. Cooper's hunch had been right. The Place was prepared to offer just about any kind of package tour their clients might want. Yes, they had an assortment of boats to let, and with the Place bankrolling it the sky was the limit. Coop briefly considered taking on one of the near-yachts that bobbed at the farther end of the pier. The thought of trying to maneuver one of those things through the cluster of smaller pleasure boats - or more to the point, the thought of Sarah watching horrorstricken as he sent a hapless fisherman to the bottom - dispelled that notion. He settled on a more modest one, a gleaming wood hulled motorboat with comfortable seats arranged around the outside. Just right for a leisurely trip around the island.<br/><br/>Two sets of initials and a signature later, Cooper had the keys in his hand. He jogged over to drop the bag of supplies on the aft seat, then as quickly returned to offer Sarah a hand aboard.