Petra nodded and moved to stand by him. "I'd... love to. Please."
Ross slowly and gently took her hand, and guided her so that she stood between himself and the helm, with her back gently pressed against his chest. "Alright, since there is no wind, we'll start the engine." He reached his right hand around her, taking hold of the key and turning it in the ignition. The motor beneath them began to hum softly, causing the boat to gently rumble. Then he guided her hands to a general 10 and 2 placement on the large wheel. As their hands gently rested there, Ross' nerves made him tremble slightly. He cleared his throat trying to shake it off, hoping Petra didn't notice.
"The rest is pretty easy. We er just goin' out father inta the water for a good view of the sunset." He glanced back over his shoulder at the academy. "But we may want ta keep the tower in view. Aye don' have the best navigational skills," he chuckled. It wasn't rocket science steering a boat straight, but Ross still found himself staring down at her. He slowly let his hands slip from hers on the wheel, taking a step or two back to lean against the railing, watching her drive the boat. Occasionally he'd glance over his shoulder to see how far out they were getting.
Ross slowly and gently took her hand, and guided her so that she stood between himself and the helm, with her back gently pressed against his chest. "Alright, since there is no wind, we'll start the engine." He reached his right hand around her, taking hold of the key and turning it in the ignition. The motor beneath them began to hum softly, causing the boat to gently rumble. Then he guided her hands to a general 10 and 2 placement on the large wheel. As their hands gently rested there, Ross' nerves made him tremble slightly. He cleared his throat trying to shake it off, hoping Petra didn't notice.
"The rest is pretty easy. We er just goin' out father inta the water for a good view of the sunset." He glanced back over his shoulder at the academy. "But we may want ta keep the tower in view. Aye don' have the best navigational skills," he chuckled. It wasn't rocket science steering a boat straight, but Ross still found himself staring down at her. He slowly let his hands slip from hers on the wheel, taking a step or two back to lean against the railing, watching her drive the boat. Occasionally he'd glance over his shoulder to see how far out they were getting.