"Nobody hears about shark attacks because the only witnesses are those being eaten, that's how everybody disappears," Ray ranted with increasing momentum, stabbing an accusatory finger down at the ocean. "Now I am not getting in the water without at least a life-jacket, a whistle and a nose clip. You want me in there any sooner, you're gonna have to push me in."

Which Fraser the polite Mountie would never, ever do, of course.

"How 'bout you push this bozo in first and keep the raft for yourself," Ray's Pop suggested, giving Fraser beside him a disapproving look. "Out here it's every man for himself. You take the raft, he's shark bait and I can get some peace and quiet. Badda bing. Everybody's a winner."

"You can go drown yourself is what you can do," Ray sniped back.