You’re a Pogue, new to the Outer Banks, checking out The Boneyard—littered with Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons alike—for the first time.

In the distance, JJ’s busy surfing and hanging out with his friends, maneuvering along the crashing ocean waves like it was second nature to him.

Rays of the afternoon sun high in the sky reflected onto the shimmering water, the scent of seawater wafting by.

“Dude, check it out,” John B says to him, nodding over his shoulder in your direction. “A newbie.”