McCree wasn't always in tune with his instincts, more inclined to go with the flow, but now he had an almost gut wrenching feeling that something was incredibly off. His eyes darted off to the sea, eyes squinting momentarily as he scanned it over. Nothing appeared to be wrong, but just because he couldn't see it didn't mean it wasn't there. Scanning across, he was quickly brought back to the conversation by a lithe hand waving before his tanned face.

"Something wrong, Jesse?"

"What – oh uh, I just had a weird feelin', is all. Will you excuse me for a moment?"

Wandering away from Hana and Angela, towards water with his hat held to his chest with a red metal hand, he peered closely over the waves as best he could. He knew something was off. Quickly, his eyes darted to find Jamison: still not a glimpse of him in sight. How uncharacteristic, if the kid wasn't bothering someone on shore, he had to be –

That was when he heard it, a muffled cry that would have otherwise been drowned out over the roar of the waves. The lifeguard sprang into action (for the fourth time that day) and sprinted as fast as he could, kicking up sand as he tossed his straw hat to the side. It had to be Jamison he heard!

Jamison was exhausted, his panicked flailing wearing him out in such a short time. All his stored energy was gone, he was choking on water, and the waves were relentless as the pulled him under over and over (and over) again. It was a wonder he was still conscious at this rate, but the Aussie had withstood far worse before. That was no excuse for his decision to overlook McCree's authority.

Labor-roughened hands cut through waves like nothing, McCree's search so far unproductive as he scanned over the waves for the other man. Maybe his gut had been wrong, maybe he ate some bad fish during his lunch break. He wouldn't ignore that feeling, however, not until he was certain the kid was all right.

Cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice over the water, he called, "Jamison?" No answer. "Dammit, kid. If ya can hear me, say somethin'!"

Say anything.

The Junker could hear Jesse, like he wasn't far, yet too far away. He wondered if the Cowboy's voice was his imagination playing tricks on him. Was he already so far gone that he was hearing things now? The idea panicked him once again, a weak arm flailing up and his raw throat crying out, "Stop that! Stop toyin' with me!"

McCree's head perked up. He heard something faintly, eyes darting in the direction where the sound seemingly originated before it hit him: the rip current.

"Shit! Jamison!" McCree practically yelped before swimming that direction. The kid had to be on his way straight out to the ocean and was probably attempting to swim towards it rather than off to the sides of it. Jesse needed to get him out of there before the current wore him out beyond saving. "Kid, I need ya to swim towards my voice!"

Coughing up water, he'd almost missed the other man directing him. Now he was questioning his sanity further. Could McCree really be there? Could he be saved? Deciding he didn't have anything to lose, he followed the directions given. Alas, he was too weak, having exhausted almost all of his energy despite his attempts. The current was too strong, thus continuing to pull him out.

McCree considered the outcome, the possibility of Jamison being to weak to swim actually out of the tide. However, rip currents were never very long distance-wise. Eventually, the current would have to end, and Jesse hoped it would end soon before things turned fatal. "Jamison," he called, cupping his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice, "just stay still! Don't fight it, I'm comin' to get you."

Swimming towards the strong current now, Jesse made it there in no time, searching about until he saw what he assumed was Junkrat's hair and swam as fast as he could to catch his arm thin. The lanky man was nearly limp, having exhausted himself completely. It was a wonder that McCree made it to him in time.

Before he had time to check and make sure he was all right, McCree had to get him out of that current. So, he swam diagonal to the strong pull and straight to shore, following the waves until he finally reached the sandy beach.

Something felt familiar about the situation.

Angela met him halfway to the warm sand as he placed him down, kneeling beside the men as McCree immediately proceeded to check for any injury. He had an ear hovering above his mouth, trying to catch any signs of breathing only to find he was indeed breathing, but having a hard time at it. "Dammit, Jamison," he cursed as he proceeded to perform CPR. Angela kept a worried eye on the two, ready t o jump in to help at any moment.

"Come on, kid… c'mon." The cowboy whispered as he pressed on the other man's thin chest.

Jamison suddenly jerked upwards, letting out a loud wretch followed by a cough and it was like music to Jesse's ears. "Yes, that's it!" He encouraged, "cough it up. Get it outta ya."

Water sputtered out of his mouth as McCree pat him on the back, eyes darting side to side as he observed the small crowd that had gathered. "Am I… Am I dead, mate?"

"Naw, ya ain't. Thanks to me. If I hadn't gotten there in time, you woulda been a goner." Jesse wanted to sound intimidating, but he sounded more relieved than anything. He couldn't have that sort of thing on his conscious. He considered Jamison a friend, despite the hard time the kid constantly gave him.

"I uh… I guess I owe you an apology, don't I?"

"You don't owe me nothin', Fawkes. I just hope this time, you really learned your lesson."

"Sure did, mate. I don't think I ever wanna get in the water again."

McCree shook his head. "That may be, but when you do, I hope you can take the time to learn to swim."

Jamison's eyes darted between the two and Angela gave him a small smile and a soft nod, agreeing with the cowboy. "Jesse is right, Jamison. You cannot just bolt into the water like that anymore. This incident could have been far more fatal."

The Aussie nodded his head, bowed down shamefully.

"But," Angela continued, "I think I speak for both Jesse and myself when I say we are so relieved you're alright. Now come along, let's get you to first aid so we can check your vitals."

Climbing to his feet (er, foot), he joined Angela as she waved him along. Jesse let out a sigh as he watched the two leave, plopping his behind in the warm sand for a moment. He was going to need a drink after this one, and it was looking about time for him to take a break, or two.