It was a relief to be on the water again. To walk away from the irritation and puzzle that was Condor Hunter and concentrate on the tilt of the board and whether or not he would catch the next wave. The breakers weren’t as high today, and since it was a Sunday there was a lot of surfing traffic, but what he was doing required all his concentration to make those moments of gliding exaltation happen.
In time he spotted Hunter on his ragtag board dressed in his bright Hawaiian swimwear and waved. Hunter acknowledged him with a nod.
He was a graceful, excellent surfer, easily up to stand hanging ten. At one point Raven was watching him while Hunter waited for a good wave. Suddenly, he flipped belly down and paddled with powerful strokes out to sea.
“What the f**k?” a man near Raven said. “H
