Page 2 of The Surfer

And I won’t fuck up. Not me. Not Cove Finn.

And, perhaps the most important of all to me, winning the Oceania Surf Competition will, I know, make my father proud. Forget about the rest of the prizes, making my dad proud will be the most important prize of all.

That’s what matters.

Beyond the girls and the fame and the massive lumps of cash, seeing my dad actually proud of me in the sport I’ve spent years carefully honing at will be the biggest benefit to winning this competition by far.

But don’t get me wrong, I’ll never tell anyone else that my dad’s pride will be the best thing to winning. Not in a million years will I dare admit it to anyone else. I’m definitely not some sentimental emotional guy. I don’t cry. I am not being all soppy.

I’m not that kind of guy.

I just know seeing my dad with a smile on his face will be the best thing to come from winning this competition.

And I am moments away from doing so.

Moments away from winning.

And I know it, I can feel it.

I’m gonna win.

I’m riding down the biggest wave seen today at the competition. It’s probably one of the biggest waves I’ve ever surfed in my life. And it’s mine. The wave’s all mine. It’s just me riding this monster of a wave in front of a spectator stand full of people watching me intensely. Years of training and paddling out to sea since I was a little boy has prepared me for this moment where I get to strut my stuff to a crowd of onlookers. And now all those years are paying off. I am surfing.

And it’s freaking amazing.

Like I’ve said, the best feeling in the entire world.

The best fucking feeling.

As I balance the board underneath my feet, I can see the beach not far in front of me. I can see the hundreds of spectators gathered, watching with growing anticipation at what I’m about to accomplish here on this wave. If I pull this off correctly, I’ll be the youngest surfer ever to win the Oceania Surf Competition since its inception in the seventies. I’m going to be a champion. The next Kelly Slater. The next world-famous surfer decorating the front pages of newspapers and surfing magazines for the next decade.

I know that, standing on the beach in the spectator stand, will be my family. My older sister. My loving model girlfriend.

My dad.

All there. They’ll all be there in the stand, watching me as I come surfing down this wave at top speed. My body’s perfectly toned, perfectly flexed for this challenge, perfectly balanced on my world-class surfboard performing moves I’ve practiced for years. My body’s been fine-tuned to be a world-class surfing instrument. I have the abs, the muscles, and, most importantly, the Aussie beach boy's tan. I look the part. A real surfer’s look.

I’m the real fucking deal.

And it’s not just my family watching me on the beach, there’s also professional surfing scouts, corporate sponsors, and famous surfers in the crowd today. They’re the people I respect; the people I need to get on side if I’m to achieve my dream of being the best surfer in the world.

And this is my moment to prove to them I am capable of exactly that.

My girlfriend’s in that crowd. My model girlfriend - actually, my supermodel girlfriend. She’s been on the front cover of every modeling magazine in Australia, and at least half in America. A stunning piece of ass. I know she’s there in the stands next to my older sister, observing me as I streak across this giant wave.

Man, if I win now, I’m gonna get the best blowjob tonight.

As my board smoothly cuts across the blue water of the wave, I can even hear the echoes of the PA system announcing me along the beach.

And here comes the young Cove Finn. It’s his first time competing here and he’s only twenty years old, how about that?

Born in New Water, Cove comes from a business family in Australia. His father is the well-known business owner and CEO of Finn Companies. So, he’s not just an attractive young surfer, but he’s also the heir to a billionaire empire. Not too bad for a twenty-year-old. Let’s see how he does here today and if he should win the most acclaimed prize in amateur surfing.

Yeah, my dad’s a billionaire owner of one of the biggest companies in Australia, but I never ever let that help or hinder my surfing chances. Ever since I was a boy I’ve wanted to succeed in surfing on my own terms, not my father’s. I never wanted my family’s money to open up doors for me I can’t manage on my own. Dad, despite his many doubts, reluctantly agreed to my requests for making it on my own back when I was just a kid. He allowed me to pursue this passion as long as it led to somewhere. It was either surfing or business school, and I’ve always wanted to prove to him that I have what it takes within me to go the extra mile; that I have it in me to become the best surfer in the world.

And that’s why, right now, I need to win.

I need to prove to him that he was right in trusting me. I need to prove to him that I’m made to be a surfer.