The Change
The rain was executing a horizontal full frontal assault. I waded through the high tide back to the shore line, where the Space Shuttle and the Reefshark stood huddled together in abject misery. The Reefshark, tall and lofty, towering a full head out above us, was copping the brunt of the rain, lashing us in the face. Ahead of us, the black ocean boiled and heaved, shrouded by a thick curtain of rain. We shivered violently. ‘Whadda yous reckon?’ I said, peering out from the narrow crack between the top of my hood and the edge of my rain coat. Rain stung my eyes like needles. ‘Hmmpf,’ the Reefshark grunted. ‘I guess there’s a bit of a wave out there.’ ‘Yous are insane,’ declared the Space Shuttle with feeling. ‘You’ve got to be joking!’ ‘Yeah nah ... I reckon we’ll be able to get a wave,’ I said. ‘Look, it’s breaking just there, it’s clean.’ We stared into the dark. We saw the square root of bugger all. Two pairs of eyes swivelled accusingly towards me and glare