The boy, the surfer and the turtle
CRASH! The gargantuan waves came crashing down on the shore of Shark fin beach. The tips of them glistened like gold in the sunset light and shone bright like diamonds straight into Flint’s eyes. “It’s the perfect time to go surfing”, he thought to himself. He was swimming out to sea with his trusty surfboard in his hand but as he swam through the water gracefully, he spotted a peculiar sight in the corner of his eye. The waves seemed to look lumpy. “How odd”’ he thought. Yet he still swam on, oblivious to the giant pile of danger he’d gotten himself into at that moment. As he kept on going on, he began to feel a sense of uneasiness. “How odd”, he thought to himself. At one point he felt he had found a good spot, so he tried to get on to his board but as he was doing it, he suddenly felt a jolt. “AUGHH!” he yelled in discomfort. Something was pulling him out to sea, and it was doing it quick. The shoreline quickly became nothing but a thin strip of yellow as he was grabbed in a cho