The boat was suddenly too small and still. Sofi jumped up.
'Fuck this waiting,' she said. 'Feminism!' She zipped up her lifejacket and grabbed the wheel. She fiddled for a second, metal on metal, a tuk-tuk noise. Then there was a roar and we started moving. Jerkily, then incredibly fast. She screamed a 'fuck' which rose in the air like the boat: with me and Pip in the back, it reared, violently, as if on its hind-legs. We were going unbelievably fast, and doing a boat wheelie.
It's funny where your mind goes at moments like that. I remember thinking, This is where I die, this is where it happens. And then this other thought, Somehow I don't mind because here I am with you, by the sea, and we're together.