This is the Captain, who is married to my sister. The Captain loves his boat. Like he would be a polygamist and marry it if he could. When we landed on the shores of Lake Michigan, he couldn't wait to get that thing in the water.
This is my sister's cankle. She took that cankle down the beach and flagged down some jet skiers who towed The Captain's disabled boat back to the dock for repair.
This is the river that The Big Daddy swam across when he needed a knife. His original plan was to swim back with the knife clenched between his teeth, but he thought better of it when I pointed out the Amish family over on the dock. Maybe next time, Tarzan.
With asphalt stuck to their backs, The Captain and The Big Daddy eventually arrived back at our dock with one repaired boat. That night we went to the movies and saw "Cowboys and Aliens", but we already knew what kind of hero can kick some ass and save the summer vacation.