The shift in weight dropped the bow to the waterline just as a small wake from a fellow boater breached same. The boat stopped dead in the water as the front deck buried itself into the wave and the transom lifted high enough to allow the outboard to cut nothing but air, offering a sudden, shrill sound to the scene. The stern-high angle of the deck spilled its contents forward, the first of which being the grill that, thanks to being on wheels, slid in gracefully into the water with a dramatic whoosh! and billow of steam. The upended passengers didn’t know whether to laugh or scream, and some did both from the sound of it as they scrambled over each other to keep from entering the water where the Brinkman bobbed and sizzled just off the bow.