That's our little blue boat on the right.
Someone on a buoy.
Picnic on Jones!
Such a sweet old man. Spackle, too.
Spackle did a short bit of salty-dog fetching, and needed Ian to scratch his wet butt.
And then he could scratch his wet butt himself.
It was all too much for Ian.
HOME!!! (that's pretty outrageous, really)