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Isaac glanced over his shoulder, while at the same time brushing a strand of wet hair out of his eyes. There it was. Finally. But the wait had been worth it. He could already tell that this wave was going to be the one that he’d end on. And he couldn’t help but notice a couple of bikini-clad women watching from the beach. Time to show off for the tourists.
He turned his back on the wave, lay down on his surfboard, and started paddling toward shore. “Come on, Marlin,” he said to his board. His muscles rippled as he pushed himself forward. Not many people knew just how strong he was—how strong he needed to be to surf—considering he almost always wore a wetsuit to protect himself from the bite of the cold ocean water.
Isaac’s attention shifted back to the wave. He could sense it coming c
