Though her vision was clouded, she could see how vexed the boy was and she attempted to smile at him through the thin curtain of hair covering her eyes. She attempted to brush the hair out of her face, though it was rather hard considering she had one arm hooked around the boat, and the boat was still floating serenely along. Then, along came the boy's voice and she started to inch along the boat towards his voice.

"Right, then!" she chirped, realizing this meant real business, as she gave a small grunt and reached out and grasp the boy's hand. She grasped his other hand in hers. On three she gave another small grunt and flutter kicked her feet as hard as she could. The combination of her kick and his tug seemed to have done it. Perhaps a little too much, because she was pulled straight over the edge of the boat and collapsed right on top of him.