get a dance yet?
me neither.
tina wilcox.
doesn't hurt to ask. sometimes the most beautiful girls are the loneliest.
i know.
the mayor?
none at all. i wonder what the brebner twins are doing tomorrow night.
that's what i want -- a gaff rig.
did he really freak out at the beach?
i'm getting new sails, then watch out. just a question of modifying the rigging!
hey! wait for the h.m.s. invincible!
since when? who's racing?
make way for the carrier enterprise!
looking down in dismay.
make that the titanic.
mr. christian! mr. christian! pump up this boat! and shave that silly moustache!
england expects every man to do his duty.  you may fire when ready, gridley.  damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.
oh, shit.
no problem, no problem.
you sail your boat, i'll sail mine.
company? the place is a mess.
whoops.
a shark ate my boat.
i'm telling you, a goddamn shark ate my goddamn boat!
3:30.
low tide at cable junction is 7:46 p.m.
i can't help it, it sticks in my mind.
what about the fish?
they tend to follow moving things. maybe it's following polo and timmy.
it's an observation spotter, he doesn't have the room.
it's okay, it's okay.
by 7:46, when the tide turns around, we'll be twenty miles out. more, with this wind.
i can't stop thinking!
i think we're changing course a little.
the wind drift is lateral.
sideways -- for every yard we go this way, we also slide sideways this way.
stop paddling!
maybe the bottom.
back down!
we got it!
come around again!
it's killing us!
swim for it!