Sinking

"Yeah, no to that - no cruise on any of the Great Lakes," he said (shaking his head). "No boating or canoeing out and looking down over the side; no putting your toes in at the shoreline and marveling how cold it is; no peering from on high and acting surprised that the water is black as pitch. No. Hell, no." "You are such a baby," his friend replied. "What - are you afraid of sinking?" "No, I'm respectfully terrified of everything and everyone that's already down there," he whispered (stunned than anyone would even be tempted). "There is zero chance of me skipping with white capped glee over the top of the Edmund Fitzgerald knowing all of its dead are looking up." Silence. "I'm not going, either; I've seen "The Fog" twice" someone else said, coming clean.