"My saw..." Ray echoed, looking dumbly down at the tool by his feet.

That was the difference between him and Fraser. When Ray looked at a saw, he saw a saw. But when Fraser looked at it, apparently he saw an oar as well as a saw.

Picking it up, he threw questioning eyes at his partner. "This is a saw." Just in case Fraser had missed a vital sign there. "Not a paddle. If I try to paddle with it," he continued, dropping most of it into the ocean and heaving it through the water, "it's just gonna-- hey, it works!"

Too bad it was paddling them around in a slow circle.