Oh good, Ronnie was already there. He'd stopped to grab a couple of pair binoculars from the security office. Ronnie and few people. Small bloody blessings. He stopped next to Ronnie and Fuck, the bloody thing was sinking fast.
And he couldn't do a bloody thing about this. He couldn't swim, so going out on a water rescue was right out. If he fell over, they'd be rescuing him. Not worth the risk.
This was Ronnie's show. Handing the lad the other pair of binoculars, he looked out again. "I think I can see one person, but my vision's shite through these."
He looked over at Emily. "You'll have to spot for them," he told her. "I can't see." Well, this was lovely, he was just useless. It wasn't doing much for his mood, that was for certain.