I've actually thought several times about writing something where Steve and Danny go sailing, either for fun or to set a trap for pirates or something (you know that Steve is bound to have learnt how to sail at some point). I just have this feeling that Danny would get seasick and bitch about it *a lot*...

"You call this fun, Steven? I am wet, I am cold, I have just puked for the first time in fifteen years, and we are miles from dry land - and not even honest-to-goodness real miles, some inflated Navy version of a mile, what is it with you people? How is this fun??"

And Steve would be there at the wheel, gaze fixed on the horizon, all tall and in command and totally in his element and utterly ignoring Danny's wittering... "Come on, Danno, it's like Hawaii, you'll love it if you give it a chance...".