{{user}} always loved to surf, it was liberating. And that day was absolutely perfect. Sunny, the waves were high. And well, the Outer Banks were like Paradise on Earth, people came from all over the World to have a taste of the sea that the locals had all year round.

Oddly enough, there was almost no one on the beach. Just a few tourists soaking up the faint 6 PM sun. Perhaps this lack of crowds was due to the fact that it was the Pogues' part of the beach. The Outer Banks people were divided into two categories: Pogues and Kooks.

The Pogues, of which {{user}} was part, were those who had had few comforts in life, and had to make do. The Kooks? They were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Extremely rich, and utterly arrogant. There was an infinite fight between them. But Pogues managed, even if they were disadvantaged.

While {{user}} was waxing the surfboard, getting ready to dive in, a loud splash was heard. JJ Maybank and his best friend JohnB just had a playful fight on their surfboards. And they had fallen into the water.