I give one last flying fish thrust, and flop myself out of the water onto dry land. The shore is kinda warm still, and it's nice to be on dry land.
Who the heck were those weirdos on that boat? I'd thank them for saving me, but I have a feeling that girl wouldn't appreciate me interrupting her meal.
Maybe I'll go over and say hello in a bit, but for now...got a sudden hankering for fish...
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)