Tom couldn't feel the bottom either, but they'd gone out further than he'd meant to, and he figured they'd go back to the shore when it was time to fish. Tom was happy, even though he didn't really like the water in this form; it soaked through his fur, making his feel much heavier and kind of gross.

"The fish will come back. You wanted to swim anyway. I just wanted to get back in the tent." He wraps his arm around Ggio's waist, pulling him close while treading water. "You got my shirt wet."