It was like watching art being created. The way her board ripped through the cerulean blue body stopped him in his tracks. The white ribbon around her quickly turned to lace. It was beautiful, like her.
“Would you look at that?” Paul gasped as the barrel began to arch.
The odds were in her favor it seemed as the wave rolled perfectly. It chased her down and left as the barrel took shape.
Chills ran up and down his spine as she cut low. The wave surrounded her, it’s thunderous sound of water crashing around her kept him on the ready.
Inwardly he pushed her to pull through. Not to be swallowed by the wave but as he lost visual, his command was quick.
“Mile Five. Mile Five. All chairs sound off. Lost visual. I repeat. Shack lost visual! Over.”
This time he remembered to release his
