Jake had dived in after Cris anyway. He got some photos of his own, and decided to take one of the fish as well in case that would help. That was one thing he'd learned from Tommy and Grace and Norm and all the other nerds he knew. More samples was Best. He didn't want a gross dead fish in his carry pouch, though, so he resurfaced and got some fresh air before diving back down and cutting off a length of kelp with his knife, then grabbed the first fish... no, the first couple of fish he saw, and headed back for the rocks.
He was sitting on the same rock as before, wrapping the fish in the kelp, when Cris approached. Jake tilted his head to the side as he watched him. "Are you okay? What happened?" he asked as Cris broke the surface.