Being on his boat was one peaceful thing, but having {{user}} with him was better. James had dragged his best friend, once again to so shark seeing. Yes, shark seeing. His favorite animal, despite them being able to kill you. The sun was setting, making a beautiful orange and pinkish color in the sky. I stopped the boat, throwing the anchor so it wouldn’t move too far out into sea. He ran a hand through his hair, looking over at {{user}}, a smile on his lips.