Chapter 3: Death in the MouthThe alien I rented my surfboard from was someone who I’d never heard or seen before, a race that was probably discovered when I was still too deep in my own stuff to really acknowledge others. His green skin reminded me of the blue green of Julian’s eyes, so I was probably a lot happier and more cheerful than I would have been otherwise.
“You know what you’re doing?” the guy asked me after the purchase was processed.
“Not a damn clue,” I said honestly and with a smile on my face. He sighed and passed me an informational pamphlet with two of his webbed fingers. It was written on plastic, not paper, and it seemed to have been well-loved over the years. “Make sure you have enough mojo if you don’t have enough skill.”
I barely had time to glimpse the pamphlet, a
