The sun and started lowering itself in the sky. It would've been about 4:30 by then, and the citizens of Beach City had found a small, wooden fishing boat at the bottom of the dock at Rehoboth Bay. One of the paddles was missing, but the other was left in the boat. It took a bit of work to pull it onto the shore, and even longer to try and drain the water out of it, but they salvaged some planks from the nearby amusement park and refurbished it pretty well. The seams were sealed with duct tape, just in case, and she was pushed back into the water, where she floated beautifully. Greg smiled triumphantly, before turning to Connie.
"You comin' with me, kid?" He asked, trying to hide his joy and excitement. Connie kept her arms wrapped around herself, unsure.
"Sure," she said, not seeing any reason to stay. Greg gave a thumbs up, cheerful, before hopping into the boat and picking up the paddle. Connie followed his lead, bringing the box and rod with her, before pushing them away from the shore. The rest of the crowd stood further up the beach, some standing on the dock, and watched them as they floated off. They didn't cheer or wave, however. They just stood and stared, lost in wonder.
"Ya think there are still sharks here?" Sadie asked Lars, chuckling a bit. Lars, his hands in his pockets, remained silent and apathetic. "I read in a book a while ago that some sharks ram into boats and stuff. It wouldn't take much to tear that thing to shreds."
"That's not really true, though," Jenny stated. Sadie looked at her disdainfully.
"Oh no? And why should I believe you?"
"Well, I'm part of the Pizza family, aren't I? We make seafood pizza. I think I know a thing or two about fish."
"Uh-huh. So if we see some sharks circling around that boat out there we're just supposed to assume that, like, the shark's gonna ask them to come into the water?" Sadie chuckled, bumping Lars' leg with her elbow. Again, he did not react.
"Sharks circle to get a better look at what they're circling. They're curious, that's all," Jenny stated, a bit sassy. Sadie, still smiling from her quip, rolled her eyes and brushed Jenny off. Jenny just shook her head, looking back at the boat.
"Does anyone have colored pencils?" PeeDee asked, a paper and pencil in his hand. He was walking around the group, looking at each of them for a response. Jenny turned to look at him, before focusing on his paper. Was it a note? A drawing? She stepped over to him.
"Whatcha drawin'?" Jenny asked. PeeDee, like a child, shied away a bit and hid the paper.
"It's a secret…" he mumbled. Jenny smirked in amusement, before looking over to Kiki, dressed in a stained, messy apron and her bandana.
"Kiki," Jenny began, "don't you still have some of those crayons from the restaurant?" Kiki shrugged, searching through her pockets, before finding a little plastic packet containing two red and blue crayons. PeeDee's eyes lit up.
"Perfect!" He rushed over to Kiki, reaching his hands out for them. Kiki, smiling with an eyebrow raised, lifted them up beyond his reach.
"What do you say?" She teased, PeeDee stretching his arms as far as he could.
"Puh-leeeeeeze?" He replied. Kiki giggled, before handing him the crayons. "Thank you!" He jogged away from the group, sitting down by an old surfboard before he began coloring what Jenny saw was a drawing. What exactly the drawing was, she wasn't sure, but she found the whole scene rather cute and sweet. She grinned, which was an unusual feeling, before she looked at the ground in contemplation, and then looking back at the boat, now able to be covered by her hand at their distance.