“No, I’ll be fine,” Shane said with a devilish smile that Drew didn’t notice. She was about 40 yards away when she realised something.

“Shane?” She asked. Her wave was about 30 seconds behind her and she watched it over her shoulder.

“Yeah?” Shane asked with a smile.

“How big is the sister set?” Drew asked as she started to paddle. Shane laughed heartily and watched her as the wave and her fought for a split second, then both relented and they started moving as one. She whooped and smiled.

“Big!” She shouted at Drew and she knew her friend had heard her as she passed on the kicker. She laughed and shook her head, turning back to the set now coming in as Drew finally reached the shore. She had had a shaky ride at first but had ended up ripping up the little kicker. She even tried a fancy move towards the end of her ride which ended up in her totally bailing out. All three girls had laughed. Two from the shore, one on a board.

Shane meditated on her board for about 12 minutes until she could hear it, the far off sounds on the bohemians that where to be her ride to shore. She smiled, knowing instantly which was hers. When she duck dive the first 3 and paddled to her wave, lining it up, she heard Drew yelling from the shore. She looked up with a crooked smile and saw a tiny dot jumping up and down. It always amazed her how well voices carried on water. Shane’s wave was about 16 feet. She sat up on her board, stretching her back muscles and loving the feeling of power and how in control she felt when she was with her waves. She knew Drew was probably swearing like a manic telling her to get the ***** out of the way of the ‘monster’ that was looming on her. But what she didn’t know was that 16 feet was a mere kicker to what Shane had ripped perfectly in the past. 16 footers and the like only came in the fall in the OC. San Diego boarder was the only place to catch the real big swells.