For a moment, there came the familiar force of anger, and then air, tickling his ears with the way it made his hair fly past his skin.
Jimmy hit the water with a loud splash. The world was immediately dark and cold, water churning around him in violent, backward tides of green and blue and brown. At first it seemed like he'd lost sense of his feet, but an impulse to kick out brought him back to himself. Where was..? Oh. There. There was the sun, and the sky, and the surface. Like looking through dirty glass, the sickly looking orb shifted position as the refracted light skewed it's position. And there was the shadow of the boardwalk, and, suddenly, there was an idea.
Swimming up and to the side, Jimmy made for the cover of the boardwalk, sinking as far back underneath the ledge as he could. It wasn't large, but, if he stuck to the side, maybe he could eliminate two birds with one stone. Two... really annoying, well-dressed birds.
James surfaced as quietly as possible, and hovering like a hippo, staged a few pathetic sounds... noises of a drowning victim. Sad ones. Gasping, burbly noises.
And then he was quiet.
If they'd bothered to see him come up again, they'd be sorely disappointed. And if they'd left? Well, fucking great. Jimmy wouldn't have to bother with knocking their precious heads together later, when he'd sneak up the side of the dock.