We’d barely jumped up on plane before another boat caught Mosher’s attention. It was an express cruiser, maybe a 40-footer, and perched on its transom seat, a good 6 feet over the swim platform, was a woman enjoying the ride. A single lurch could get her a ticket to the emergency room or, from that height, the morgue. Mosher signaled her to sit inside the boat. Clearly, the lady knew she was in the wrong.