Many, many apologies for the delay in getting this up, and many thanks for all your PM's and Reviews asking when it would come. Suffice it to say, a hard drive crash and warranty part replacements do not make for timely rescues of already-written chapters. I ended up having to just re-write this one, and I hope you'll find it to have been worth the delay. Thank you, as ever, for reading. ~blc
Day Six
"Nnnnrrrgh," Bones grumbled when the alarm went off at four thirty the next morning. "'S still dark out. Why do you hate me?" she whined, her eyes closed shut against the bedside lamp Booth flicked on.
"Come on, lazy Bones, I thought you were a morning person," he teased, pulling the covers back from her and running his fingers over the ticklish spots on her sides he'd had the joy to discover. "We need to get going, or you're going to miss the whole point of this little trip. And I would pout. You don't want me to pout, do you?"
She cracked an eye at him, still looking supremely annoyed. "'M a morning person when someone doesn't keep me up for three hours trying out the first thirteen pages of the kama sutra."
"My poor Bones, it was only eight pages and an hour and a half" he laughed, then started nuzzling her belly and breasts. "I promise you can take a nap later, but you really need to get up. Please?"
She looked down at him, still shielding her eyes against the bedside lamp, and laughed despite herself at his completely insincere pout. "You'd do better with the Charm Smile," she grumbled, then rolled up onto her side to glare at him.
"Come on, baby," he said, pulling her the rest of the way out of bed and into his arms. "I'll even wash your hair for you."
"Grr," she said, her eyes still half-shut against the light. "You'd better condition it, too."
His meek "Yes, Bones," was belied by her yelp as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her off to the shower.
Washed and dressed, her damp hair in a ponytail and under a baseball cap at his insistence that she'd need it, she watched with amusement as he filled a day pack with water, her camera, some sun block and chapstick, some fleece underlayers and a packet of tissues, humming all the while.
"Do you carry that many provisions when you take Parker to the park?" she asked with a smile as he shouldered the pack and stepped out onto their porch, holding the door open and urging her to step out.
"More fruit roll ups, juice boxes and wet wipes, but yeah," he said, shooting her a grin. "Boy scout habits die hard, Bones m'love," he continued, slinging his arm around her shoulder as they walked the dozen yards between their room's porch and the boardwalk.
It was still cool and foggy from the overnight air; the moon had disappeared from the sky, though the stars were still visible through the slow-greying sky as they walked toward the piers. The businesses were still shuttered, everything but their security lights off, casting small pools of fluorescent light along the boardwalk. Between the foggy air and the quiet of no one else stirring, their steps on the boardwalk seemed unnaturally loud, though both she and Booth moved more quietly than most, given their hand-to-hand fighting training. She breathed the cool moist air deeply-- even the salt air seemed muffled in the pre-dawn quiet.
As they drew closer to the pier, however, smaller clumps of people joined them on the boardwalk, almost all seeming as sleepy and quiet as Brennan felt. As the boardwalk spread out at the pier, Booth steered her toward one particular pier whose lights shone more brightly in the grey. As they drew near, Brennan observed several dozen others waiting in front of a dock marked with a sign that simply read "Sunrise Cruises." The boat was the smaller type used for coastal tours, with an internal cabin area surrounded by windows, as well as large bow and stern areas with seating all around the sides and both ends of the boat. The people waiting were a true cross section-- families with children, older groups of friends, some couples like she and Booth, a few groups of teenaged friends-- and there was no way to tell the particular reason for their gathering.
Soon enough, one of the boat's crew came and unhooked the rope sectioning off the ramp down to the boat, and checked off names as everyone proceeded through the gateway. Booth had, indeed, made reservations, and Brennan smiled at how much trouble Booth had gone to to make this small getaway both romantic and relaxing. Though normally Booth's insistence on not telling her everything about what they were going to be doing would drive her batty, her grumbling was more for show than anything else. He usually knew what would make her happy-- and she could at last relax enough to let him.
The boarding was accomplished with efficiency and the boat slid away from the dock, the boat horn unnecessary as not even fishing boats were out in the harbor. Booth steered her inside the cabin at the starboard side near the bow, close to an exit to the outside. After they deposited their things to claim a small booth, he dragged her back toward a well-stocked breakfast buffet, and quickly began loading his plate. "Ah, I see why we're here," Brennan jibed. "It's not a sunrise boat cruise you're after, it's the breakfast buffet."
He snorted and added more sausages to his plate. "Nah. The buffet's just a bonus. Have some eggs Florentine, Bones, no meat in those."
She rolled her eyes at him, but took one of the spinach and hollandaise laden eggs, then added some fruit salad to the plate and headed back to their booth. He followed her back to set down his plate, then went off to get them both coffee, coming back and contenting himself to work on his over laden plate as she ate her own breakfast more slowly and sipped at her coffee. Brennan watched the light shift from gloom to grey to a pre-dawn silvered pearl as the boat cut with some speed through the water, their seats on the dawn side of the boat's travel. Even if the sunrise was all they saw on the trip, it was lovely, she reflected. It had been more than some time since she'd just taken the time to watch the sun come up, rather than see it fleeting in her rearview mirror as she drove to or from work.
"This is nice," she said with a smile, and he grinned at her around his fourth strip of bacon. Really, she thought to herself, the man had pig fat and butter and beef tallow running through his veins. It didn't seem to slow him down, however, and she knew the Bureau made all their field agents have annual checkups, so she assumed his cholesterol and blood pressure weren't out of control. She smiled again as she realized she fussing internally over his long-term health-- things a wife did. Somehow the thought didn't scare her like it might have.
"Glad you like it," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye telling her there was some other surprise he planned on. The usual initial announcements as they set out from the harbor had only welcomed them and told them it would be "forty five minutes until we get where we're going," and repeated the usual warnings about life jackets and emergency procedures. He got up, dropping a kiss on her cheek, as he went to refill her plate and she finished her fruit. When he returned, he had laden his plate almost as high again, and added a bran muffin onto a new plate for her. "Here. Have a little something more."
Brenan shook her head. At least it was a bran muffin, and he wasn't trying to stuff her with sweets, like the chocolate chip pancakes he had on his own plate. "That's disgusting," she said as he smoothed three pats of butter over the pancakes and smushed them around in the puddle of maple syrup he'd poured on.
"Gotta feed the machine, Bones," he said, grinning again and mock-flexing his arms.
"Honestly," she mumbled around a bite of her muffin. "Why you don't weigh three hundred pounds and have false teeth is a medical mystery."
He snorted his coffee and gave her a glare before laughing himself at the mess he'd made on the table in front of him. "Temperance Brennan. No jokes while I'm drinking hot beverages. Or carbonated beverages. Or any beverages at all." She just stuck out her tongue at him and silently handed him napkins from the tabletop dispenser to mop up all the coffee he'd sprayed. He finished the task, then regarded the coffee-sprayed pancakes. Shrugging, he cut into them with his fork and started eating again.
"Booth," she sighed.
"What? It's all going to the same place," he said with a wink. "Now they're just mocha chip pancakes. Not bad, really."
He quickly finished his pancakes, then looked over his shoulder and noted the transition from pearl grey and ombreed periwinkles at the horizon to streaked pink and lilac. "C'mon, Bones, let's go outside," he said, taking her hand and tugging her out of the booth. He pulled her to a point right at the rail between two benches on the starboard side, almost as close to the bow as possible. There were some other passengers already drifting outside, including some families who were boosting their smaller children to stand on the benches and along the rails-- Booth noted the wondering look still on Bones' face and did cartwheels inside at the fact that she hadn't yet guessed the point of the trip. He pulled out her camera and fiddled with the settings as she leaned over the railing, content to look at the bow wake as the boat made its steady way toward the horizon. He shut off the shutter noise on the camera so he could take as many pictures as possible while she wasn't looking.
Dawn was well on its way as everyone made their way outside, more people gathering behind them, and more children standing up on the benches on either side of them. Bones seemed taken by a small, serious little girl with pigtails and colorful striped tights standing not far away from them, and kept shooting her glances. When the little girl caught her look and gave her a small wave, Booth couldn't help but take a picture as Bones gave her a small wave in return. He gave the little girl his own wave as he put down the camera, and she stared back at him, ever so seriously.
Finally, though, as he caught the first sliver of sun at the horizon, he slid the camera around and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him, resting her head on the side of his neck, snuggling against him in a way that still made his heart do flips. The boat slowed almost imperceptibly, and he adjusted the brim of his own cap as the sliver of sun yielded to a brightening curve rising surely before them. A flicker ahead caught his eye, and he for once was only grateful for the ingrained "scan all sightlines" sniper training he'd had, for this one purpose.
"Bones," he said quietly, raising one arm from her waist and bringing it up to point in the direction of what he'd just seen, twenty or so yards away. "Look."
Bones gasped just as the little girl who'd been watching them followed Booth's arm and yelled "Dolphins!" A chorus of squeals and "oohs" from children and adults alike followed the small girl's alert, then fell silent as the boat drew slowly closer.
The pod breached and leapt as the sun rose further, the pinks and oranges of daybreak now in full blaze. For some ten minutes the dolphins frolicked, diving and flipping as they swam toward the boat, seeming to know they had an audience who would appreciate their antics. The boat drifted close enough for Bones to say softly "They're smiling," as several of the more active dolphins tail walked to the excited cries of the children. Finally, though, as the roseate sky brightened to blue, the dolphins slowed their dawn celebration and swam away with a few tail splashes and parting leaps. Bones practically strained over the railing watching until the last tails and flukes disappeared from view, her expression the same blend of joy and disappointment that the show was already over that the children wore as the last tail flipped under the water. He squeezed her around the waist, thrilled by her reaction, but as always, Bones surprised him. She turned suddenly in his arms, and kissed him with such complete and happy abandon that he was breathless even as he gripped her more tightly and kissed her back with everything in him.
He was dazed when they parted for air, her arms still twined behind his neck as she looked at him with the happiest look he'd ever seen yet on her face. One of the old men in the two older couples standing next to them laughed as he caught Booth's eye. "I'd say she liked the surprise, son," he said, and then winked.
"I did," Bones said, then pulled up to kiss him again, murmuring "very much," over his lips.
They stood at the railing for much of the ride back into the harbor, the announcer now explaining the migration and play behaviors of the white-sided Atlantic dolphin and their sunrise and sunset appearances now that the "sunrise surprise" was all over. Brennan listened with nary a criticism for the narration, clearly pitched for the children's understanding, and instead smiled and watched the families and other couples around them. At one point, Booth left her, claiming "I need the john," before disappearing inside. The little girl she'd been watching made her way over to Brennan, giving her a shy wave as she approached. "How come the man with you saw the dolphins first?" she asked soberly. "They were really small when he saw them."
Brennan squatted in front of her, meeting her serious gaze, and gave her the answer she always gave children-- the simplest, most truthful one. "He saw them because he always looks out for me."
After departing the boat, they walked the length of the pier and back, each noting aloud whale watches, deep sea fishing cruises, and other ways of seeing the sights, then walked in to peruse the shops they'd avoided the day before. Brennan picked out a few small items for her nieces and Parker at a small woodcrafts store that Booth made a show of putting in his day pack with a grunted "Man, carry game back to cave" that had her laughing as hard as the shopkeeper. Booth didn't tease her at the way she carefully picked through the selections to find just the right gifts, and when they went into a glass shop full of sun catchers and sunrise and sunset-colored vases and bowls, insisted she pick a sun catcher for her kitchen window and a bowl or vase for her office. They arranged to have the items shipped back to Brennan's apartment rather than carry them back to the inn, and spent much of the rest of the morning holding hands as they idly roamed the shops and looked at the Victorian houses blooming with tulips, forsythia and iris in what passed for the downtown before they headed back toward the boardwalk.
"What do you want for lunch, Bones?" Booth asked, his arm looped through hers as they watched the foot traffic begin to pick up.
"Onion rings, french fries, and root beer," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Bones!" he said, clutching his heart in shock. "That's not salad! What's wrong with you? Are you feeling okay?" He then made a show of placing his hand across her forehead, testing her for fever. She swatted him lightly before tiptoeing up to kiss him, her sneakers not bringing her to the usual height she had in the heeled boots and shoes she most often wore for work. He tiptoed up just a bit, effectively staying out of her reach. "Shrimp," he said, then jogged back as she reached out to swat him again.
"I'm not a shrimp," she said. "You just happen to be too tall."
He laughed as she adopted a serious expression to accompany her declaration, then said, "Yeah, that's it. I'm too tall because I eat meat, and you're a shrimp because you don't even eat shrimp."
Brennan's response was automatic, a slight frown as she thought wrinkling her brow. "Booth, that's not true. I ate meat all throughout my growing period, though it's been shown scientifically that it's the absence of adequate dairy protein, rather than meat protein, that adversely affects a person's height and growth during pre- and post-adolescent growth periods. A vegetarian diet need not impact a person's height so long as genetics is also in their favor, but your assumption is illogical, whereas I most likely ate the same standard American diet you did at least through early adolescence."
"Okay, shrimp squint," he said, pulling her into a hug and kissing her until she gave up explaining. "Onion rings and french fries it is. I suppose you want ice cream on that root beer, too."
"I might," she said with a smile.
"This is nice," she said, fishing another fry out of the paper takeout container and dipping it into the tartar sauce that came with Booth's clam strips. They were sitting on the sand, close to the water, the cartons of fried food and two root beer floats before them as they watched the morning's low tide slowly advance to the high water mark just below them.
"It is," he replied. "We should come back when it's warmer, the innkeeper says he does priority reservations for past customers. We could actually go swimming, maybe I could race you on a sailboard."
"I'd win," Bones replied with a smirk. "It's pure physics. I'm lighter than you are, and am well versed in the aerodynamics and principles of hydraulic propulsion necessary for successful navigation of unpowered watercraft."
"Nerd," Booth replied, leaning over for a kiss. "It's a date. We'll see about your physics, there, Bones. I'll have you know I'm a wicked fast sailboarder. And not a bad hand with a surfboard."
"I've never surfed," Bones said thoughtfully.
Booth clutched his heart again, and flopped backward into the sand. "What? Something you've never done? Bones! Say it's not so!"
She chucked a french fry at him, then another when he pretended to be wounded.
He sat back up, leant over to nuzzle her until she kissed him back, then broke off for air. He guzzled the rest of the clam strips, then reached for the box of onion rings, only for Bones to snatch it away even as she slurped down the rest of her root beer.
"Mine," she said cheekily. "You just ate a peck's worth of clam strips, and lots of the fries and the onion rings. I want the rest."
He lunged for the box, but was surprised at how quickly Bones sprang to her feet, dancing away from him with the box held over her head. "Booth!" she teased. "You're always at me to eat, and the one time I express an intent to finish a portion of something, you want to take it from me?"
He rose to his feet laughing. "Yep. Pretty much, Bones. Now hand over those onion rings."
"Catch me," she said, sticking her tongue out and dancing away from him again. She started jogging backwards slowly, waving the box tauntingly in the air.
Booth, never one to back down from a challenge, especially one given by Bones with that twinkle in her eye, lunged forward and started to chase after her, their bag and the rest of their food left on the otherwise mostly empty beach. She laughed as he ran toward her, then turned and ran, heading down toward the firmer sand at the water line to get better traction under her feet. Booth was surprised by her quick burst of speed, and pushed harder, coming soon within arms' swiping distance, only for her to put on yet another burst of speed. She quickly put two, then three, then four arms' length distance between them, waving the box of onion rings in the air as she ran ahead of him, shooting him glances over her shoulder as she ran.
Booth couldn't believe it, and started getting not annoyed, but slightly wounded in pride. Who knew Bones could run like that-- though come to think of it, she often took off after suspects and got them before he did, though he'd always attributed that to the small delay occasioned by his needing to draw or secure his weapon before running himself. He started sprinting flat out, calling "Bones, you slow that ass down or I will spank you like the bad girl you are when we get back to the inn!" She just tossed a look at him and sped further, a laugh floating back over her shoulder.
He finally slowed, lungs burning. They'd run so far he could hardly see their things back behind them, though he wasn't particularly worried about them being stolen. Hearing his feet stop pounding behind her, she slowed, turned, and jogged back, her cheeks pink and strands of hair escaping her ponytail and the confines of her baseball cap. He flopped back on the sand gasping and she dropped to a kneeling position over him, chuckling before sitting down, her hips over his.
"Here," she said, pulling an onion ring out of the container she'd somehow managed to hold onto the entire time. "Open, says me," she chuckled, dangling the fried morsel over him.
He obligingly opened his mouth and let her feed him, then laughed as she pulled the next piece out of the container and made a show out of eating it seductively, deliberately overplaying the way she licked the crumbs off her fingers.
"You're a big goofball, Temperance Brennan," he said, then chomped the next onion ring she offered him.
She snorted. "Don't let it get around, I'll never keep discipline over my students." She made another show of eating the next onion ring, ridiculously licking the inner part of the ring before sucking the batter off, and Booth hardened under her at the way she was teasing him.
"Damn, Bones," he said. "Only you can make an onion ring sexy."
She smiled, then held out the last onion ring. "I saved the last one for you."
He grabbed her by the waist suddenly and flipped her onto her back, tossing the carton and onion ring before he shoved his hands up under her shirt and started tickling her mercilessly.
"Where'd you learn to run like that?" he demanded, running his fingers over her ribs until she was wheezing with laughter. He kept tickling her as he teased, "Come on Bones, you've got to stop laughing and give me a straight answer if I'm going to stop tickling you, otherwise we'll be here all day."
When tears started streaming down her face from laughing so hard, he relented, then hauled her up to her feet as she wheezed. Gathering the sandy carton and now-ruined last onion ring, they walked slowly back to their things, then returned arm in arm to the inn. The innkeeper smiled from his desk as they came in, saying nothing about the fact that they were both nearly coated in sand.
"I don't want to leave yet," Brennan said, as they showered again, after packing their things and getting everything ready so they could check out.
"I know, Bones, me neither," he replied, reaching to hold her to him under the hot spray of the water. He didn't resist the urge to suck at her neck and was rewarded with a sigh as she tipped her head to the side. He placed another kiss there, then murmured "But he needs the room for the long weekend, and I've got Parker starting Saturday anyway."
She sighed and nodded. "Well, we'll just have to come back, and bring Parker so you don't miss any time with him."
His arms tightened around her reflexively. "Really?"
She turned and looked at him, regarding him seriously. "Of course."
"You don't... I mean, you're not..." Booth stammered.
Brennan tipped her head to the side. "I am not certain I want to bear children myself, nor am I confident in my potential as a mother, but Parker is your son and he's a delightful little boy. I would never try to compete with your son for your attention." She paused for a moment, hesitant to voice the next thought, but she supposed she should just say it rather than worry what Booth might think. "I just hope he likes me..."
Booth's face softened as he pulled her into a hug. "Of course he likes you, Bones. He's a Booth, it's in his genes."
She chuckled against his chest, her fears allayed for the moment. "I admit I'm not very good with children, but I do enjoy his company."
He tipped her head up to look at him. "You're great with kids. You don't talk down to them, you tell them the truth, and unlike most adults, you're willing to answer every question they ask you. Plus, you laughed at Parker's dachshund joke four times in a row, whereas it's all I can do not to clap my hands over my ears the minute he starts to tell it again."
Brennan protested. "I like that joke. It's funny. 'A long little doggie...'" she said, a smile curving her mouth.
Booth smiled. "See, great with kids. What did I tell you?"
Bones smiled up at him at his praise, and he made a vow to himself to find some way to get a gorgeous, room-brightening smile out of her every day. He bent to kiss her, his hands sliding over her water-slicked curves, and she ran her own hands up his sides as she pressed herself to him, her tongue seeking his eagerly. They each deepened the kiss, and he turned her so her back contacted the wall of the shower, the coolness of it sending a shiver through her as the heat of her body pressed into her front.
He cupped his hands under her read, kneading her gently as he ground his hips into hers, his mouth sucking at the hollow of her throat and sipping at the water pooling in the hollows of her collarbones. Her own mouth made its questing sucking way over his chest as she held his head to her, one foot trailing its way up the back of his well-muscled calf as he continued to press her into the wall. He caressed her back and bottom one last time before his hands sought hers, twining his fingers with hers as he bent to suck and sip at her breasts and the water running in the valley between. She gasped as his mouth closed over her nipple, the firm press of his tongue on her and the warm suction of his mouth a near-overwhelming sensation-- despite the lovers she'd had, despite all the exploration she and Booth had made of one another's' bodies already, his touch was always intense, exciting, entrancing and utterly, completely welcome. His hands pressed hers to the wall on either side of her hips as he turned his attention to her other breast, sucking, flicking and kissing as small thrills of pleasure spread to her core.
Her head fell back against the hard tile of the wall as the hot water still streamed over them, the hot moist air filling her lungs as she gasped his name when he knelt before her and startled to lap at her core. Pulling her hand in his, he pushed her leg up and leant on it with her hand trapped under his until she was exposed to him. As he continued his slow licks and swirls over her folds and her sensitive nub, her breathing became even more ragged, her head rolling back and forth as he began thrusting his tongue firmly and slowly inside her. "Seeley," she groaned, as her hips bucked of their own accord against him, his hands pinning hers to the wall preventing her from squirming too far away from his mouth. His only response was an appreciative grunt as another swirl of his tongue inside her caused her hips to buck into him again, and his hand pressing her upraised leg into the wall only pushed harder as he increased the pace.
Her moans echoed off the tile of the walls as he slowly built up the tension, the fact that they'd been lovers for less than a week meaningless against the way he seemed to instinctively know what reactions he could draw from her body. He sucked and flicked his tongue over her, thrusting and lapping until she finally shattered, screaming her pleasure as her knees started to wobble-- but just as she was sure she would fall, he caught her under her legs, lifting her and bearing her into the wall as he entered her.
His groaned "Temperance" as he filled her only vaguely registered through the continued throes of her orgasm-- coming back to herself, he was thrusting slowly into her, his eyes closed in concentration as he held her up and sought his own pleasure. Shakily wrapping her arms around his neck, she hooked her heels under his legs, and arched against him, drawing him in as he thrust again.
He sped the pace, eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she gazed back at him, breathing heavily as she strove with him until her head fell back against the tile, the completion of his filling her again overwhelming him. "I love you," she whimpered, then cried out wordlessly as his next return to her came harder, less controlled, her affirmation of love to him as always breaking through his control. She tightened her grip on him as best she could, each return of his body to hers driving a call of fulfillment from her. His own thrusts became almost frantic, his groans of her name coming louder and longer as she began to clench around him.
Each came at the same time, she with a shrieked "Seeley!" and he with a roared "Bones!" each panting and shaking against one another long moments as their hands still gripped hard at the other. Finally, each opened their eyes to gaze at the other.
Bones, licking her lips, spoke first. "I don't know if he'll give up a priority reservation the next time if he figures out we're the ones who ran up his hot water bill to astronomical figures."
Booth's roar of laughter as he pulled her into his arms again was as loud and as full of amazement and love as that of his climax just moments before. Both warmed Brennan all the way through, despite the now-cold water pouring over both of them.
After dressing and checking out of the inn, Booth navigated the truck back toward the pier, finding a spot not far from the cruise line they'd taken this morning. "Why are we back here?" Brennan asked, curious.
"Just come on, Bones," he said, tugging her hand as he came around to her side to help her out of the truck. They walked into the main office, and one of the young woman Brennan had seen circulating on deck with a camera smiled at their entrance. She reached beneath the counter, emerging with a large manila envelope.
"Mr. Booth, right?" she said with a smile, then smiling as nicely at Brennan as they reached the other side of the counter.
"Yep," Booth replied. "Everything come out okay?" he asked, taking the envelope and starting to open the fastener as the young woman nodded and waited.
He slid the items in the envelope out with their backs facing Brennan, looking at them critically before flashing the girl at the counter a smile. "Great. Really. Just great."
She smiled back, and said to both of them, "Well, we're glad you had a good time, and we hope you'll come back later this summer. We have open air and sunset cruises too. There are even more in July during sunset."
Brennan's brilliant smile as she replied made the young woman fall silent. "Then we'll be back soon, for certain."
"What are they?" Bones asked, as they got back in the truck.
Booth smiled, but just handed her the envelope as he started the engine and pulled out, heading back to the highway.
"Oh," she said, when she'd pulled out the envelope's contents.
There were two sets each of three photographs-- one, capturing Brennan's gasp of amazement as Booth's arm, extended just under her chin, pointed out the dolphins ahead, the second as they exchanged a passionate kiss during Brennan's abandoned response to the surprise, and the third, as Booth stood behind Brennan, his arms circling her waist as he rested her chin on her shoulder, and she rested her head on his neck, peaceful smiles on both of their faces.
"You like them?" he asked, almost hesitantly.
"I love them," she said, her fingers tracing the line of Booth's arm in the first photograph showing the feeling she'd tried to describe to the little girl on the boat-- forever captured on film. "He saw them because he always looks out for me."
