"I'll do it." Phineas offered, "I don't want you to give any more skin for Joseph to eye." He shrugged and pulled off his coat and shirt, tossing them on the sand. He gestured towards the bundle. "Grab that canister and follow me." he said, hoisting the coil of tubing over his shoulder. He walked the short distance to the shoreline, where the low tide lapped harmlessly at his feet. Turning to Eliza, he spoke again; "I'm going to swim out until I find the hovercraft, then I'll signal you. I'll probably need to take a few dives before I find the fuel tank, but once I uncap it I need you to blow into this end of the tube," he tapped the rubber coil, "to build up air pressure in the tank. I'll hold it closed as long as I can, but we'll need to be quick." He smiled, his hair bristling in the wind. "You understand?"