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Max sighted his first problem almost instantly. Three kids drifting out to sea on a rubber crocodile, clearly struggling. He took his sunglasses off, grabbed his float, and jumped out of the tower. Racing down to the water and diving into the sweet, sweet surf he paddled out to them.

Only when he got close did he realize he knew these people. Well, one of them. Jackson was one of the guys that...something about shelter or...training or something...he knew him, that's all that mattered. He paddled up smiling. "Hey Jackson, and these must be the brothers I've heard so much about. You boys seem to be in a spot of troooouble. But, not as much as you seem to think. You got a solid floatation device here." He reached out and petted the croc on its big goofy noggin in emphasis. "If you all calm down, and get on one side, you should be able to kick back to shore."

They were, after all, training this kid. May as well take any opportunity to teach him something new. Give a man a fish and he's fed for a day, teach a man to fish and yadda yadda yadda.