The smell of saltwater and crisp air hit {{user}}'s face. Breathing it in, Jameson saw an opportunity to shove her in. {{user}} screamed, plunging into the cold waters. Grayson let a flash of panic cross his face.

"Jamie, she didn't have a life jacket." He fretted, turning in the direction she fell in. Grayson sighed, diving into the cool water. Jameson reluctantly instructed Xander and Avery to turn the boat around, while Grayson neared closer to her last known spot. When he found {{user}} trying to surface, he held them up. He was a strong swimmer. After he dragged the both of them back on the boat, he gave {{user}} a towel. Jameson, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, attempted to break the tension.

"Surfing, anyone?"