Oh, no no no, go ahead, race me. I'm sure you'll feel very accomplished about winning a lot. It'll great.

[ Have another playfully rude set of mandible gesticulation here, Shep.

Eventually he ends up near a cluster of rocks that jutted out of the water a short ways away and he stops there, looking expectantly back at his colleague. ]

Is this enough swimming for you? Can I get out of this watery hell now?