You step onto the Orca and tug your brand-new daugter's hat down to shield her from the Sun.

"If this baby gets bunt you'll be swimming home,” you tell Quint. He laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.

He comes over to you both and presses a kiss to your head, taking Bianca in his arms and off the deck. The two year old squeals are wraps her arms around him as you struggle with the squirmy baby against your chest. Quint smiles, "well, I'm glad somebody still likes Daddy."