Well, earlier I'd been tellin' ya how I got the idea in my head to try'n nab this fuckin' busybody's boat right from behind his back. Well, the asshole is hassling our friend Paco 'bout the smell of grass on him, and I'm makin' faces at Barnaby trying to put some fire in his britches. Well Barnaby was standin' there lookin' like an Apache in a Blackfoot camp, so I figured if someone was gonna do something, it'd have to be old Josh. I glanced over at that asshole who was still belly achin' at Paco. Can't say I didn't feel a little guilty 'bout leavin' behind our new friend but he had kin in those parts, he weren't bout to jump ship and steam off with us. So, with an apologetic glance at Paco I flopped my sorry ass into the water and just started swimming. A giant splash like a buffalo crossing a river let me know Barnaby was right on my coattails. That asshole on shore didn't seem to get what we were up to because he started yelling to us to come back and talk, but when I hoisted myself up the ladder, and Barnaby after me, he wasted little time in diving back into the water and swimming at us like a dog after a shot duck. Took me a minute to find the lever to make the boat go, but boy did that thing ever take off when I did. That there motor was so loud I couldn't ever hear that pussy screaming about the police and whatnot over the rumble. So, like that, Barnaby and I were off, with no wheres to go to.