”Put on your noseguard, put on the Lifeguard, pass the tanning butter. Here comes a stingray, there goes a manta-ray. In walked a jelly fish, there goes a dog-fish, chased by a cat-fish.”

Rock Lobster — The B-52’s

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Sarah always loved the beach, spending as much time as she could on it. Whether it was tanning, playing volleyball, or a simple drinking day. She was always on the beach.

She was pulled out her sleep by her alarm, groaning and grabbing her phone to turn it off. She sat up with a huff, why did she tell herself to get up early to get a spot on the beach again?

She groaned, glancing out the open window. The sun had already begun rising, the birds chirping and the humid heat beginning to form on the summer morning.

It didn’t take her long before she was walking down to the beach, beach bag slung over her shoulder. She’d fully woken up now, glancing around the waters to analyze the waves.

However, it seemed she wasn’t the first one here. There was a figure already out on the water, riding the waves. Sarah stood for a moment, in a shocked stupor. She watched as this guy performed some tricks, unaware of her watching him.