The waves crashed against the boat. The sapphire colored water sparkled in the sun, dolphins were jumping through the waves, racing next to the huge boat and at the horizon you could spot the small, but beautiful island Tarth.
At least that's what the tourists were saying, who were passing Jaime Lannister. He sat inside the fancy ferry, starring at the screen, where some incredible uneventfully soccer match was shown, and he was bored to death.
"If I hear one more Oh, that's why they call it the Sapphire Isle, I swear, I will throw them right into the beautiful, sapphire water," Jaime growled, frowning at the back of some girls from Dorne, that just passed them. They were praising the color of the water – which was just blue to Jaime – very loudly, so everyone in the lobby could hear them.
There was a chuckle next to him. "Dear brother, you should learn to be a bit poetic, don't you think? See the beauty! Tarth is one of the most beautiful islands."
"Maybe I can see the beauty when we are actually there." He glanced to his brother, who just chuckled again and turned his attention back to his book. Tyrion was sixteen years old, therefor three years younger than Jaime and Cersei, his twin sister, but probably one of the smartest persons Jaime had ever met. In his eyes, Tyrion could go to the King's Landing University together with him, but his brother was happy staying where he was.
"Think about it," Tyrion would always say. "If I go to an university now, I actually have to study. But if I stay here, I can invest my time in some more ... fun activities." So he stayed in Crakehall, while Jaime and Cersei were in King's Landing, and their father Tywin would be at Casterly Rock, not giving a damn about his children.
Normally.
Jaime sighed again and stretched out his long legs – his brother's legs, on the other side, didn't even touch the ground. All Lannisters were blessed with good looks, they were tall and very rich. Jaime and Cersei were both the perfect example for it; long, blond locks, sharp green eyes and unfairly beautiful.
Tyrion, on the other hand, was different. He was a dwarf, had dark blond locks, a green and a black eye and wasn't that good looking at all. Across his nose and cheeks, he had a long scar from an old accident, which did not help at all to make him look more handsome. Jaime had never been bothered by it, in contrast to his sister and his father.
"I still can't believe, he actually forced us to do it," Jaime said, looking back at the boring match. The time was almost up and still not one goal.
"Oh, don't be so sullen," Tyrion said good-naturally. "You know, he wouldn't have done it, if it wasn't for the good of the company."
Tywin Lannister was the CEO of Lannister & Partners, an ancient company – at least in Jaime's eyes – that started off with gold mining, but now it was basically everywhere. Everyone knew the name Lannister and in every city, didn't matter how small it was, was at least one Lannister & Partners.
Except for Tarth.
Somehow the small island had managed to escape the grip of the Lannisters, partly just because there was nothing of value on the island. For years it had just been some fishing place, but in the last thirty years it changed. Someone important seemed to have decided, that the island was especially beautiful and now everyone went there for their holidays.
Tywin Lannister wanted to get hold of Tarth – Jaime believed it was just so the Lannisters where all over Westeros – and arranged a meeting with the owner of Tarth's most successful hotel resort, Evenfall Hall, Selwyn Tarth, or better known as the Evenstar, a retired surf champion. The Evenstar had invited him to Tarth and to stay at his hotel for a couple of days; together with his family.
Now, family was very important for Tywin. He did everything to ensure the wealth and power of his family, to hold the family name clean and improve their company. On the other side, he didn't seem to have that much of an interest in his actual children. He hated Tyrion, he wrote Cersei off because she was a girl – he did love her though, but wouldn't let her have the power she wanted to have – and Jaime … well, Jaime was his heir and his golden boy. Tywin would do anything so Jaime would be the next CEO and continue the Lannister dynasty. Jaime had no interest at all in the company. He had aimed to be a professional basketball player, but that had been before his accident.
So when Tywin had told – or commanded – his children that they would come to Tarth with him, they had been shocked; and that was the nice term. Until they found out, that Selwyn Tarth was quite a family-man and his father hoped to get on better terms with him if he actually brought his family along.
It was a long journey, even though Jaime and Cersei had skipped half of the trip and met the rest of their family in King's Landing. They came from Casterly Rock, driving all the was to King's Landing – Jaime had been very surprised that neither Tyrion nor Tywin had tried to kill the other one; instead they had spend all the way in dull silence –, then to Storm's End, where they had to take a ferry to Tarth, because it was too small to have an airport.
Just before they arrived at Storm's End, Jaime's iPod died and only about an hour later, his phone died as well. Tyrion was happy just reading his book and Cersei had remembered to recharge her phone – unlike Jaime – so she sat in a corner, a coffee next to her, sending texts to Taena Merryweather and ignoring all the guys, who tried to flirt with her. She was by far the most beautiful woman on board and the personification of the dirty fantasies of every man.
Until about a year ago, Jaime and Cersei had been inseparable. Since they were born, they never wanted to leave the other one. They shared a room, played together, had their own, childish secret language and, as they grow older, did things, brothers and sister should not do. Jaime was certain that he loved her and she loved him, so as she had begged him to come to King's Landing with her, he didn't even had to think about it.
But as soon as they arrived in King's Landing, things went downhill. After just a couple of weeks, Cersei dropped university to start her modeling career and started to date Robert Baratheon. Jaime had been beyond angry, asked her how she could do that, that he loved her, but she had whispered some smoothing words into his ear and he calmed down.
"It's just pretending," she had said. "It would be weird if we wouldn't see anyone, and he can help me with my career. I just love you, sweet brother."
That time he had believed her, but now he was wondering, how he could have ever believed one word she said. She started to have no time for him, always saying it wasn't a good time, and the accident just killed their relationship. Afterwards he had found out, that she had slept with a lot of guys, and he had been just another pawn. Now he was stuck in King's Landing, studying Economics, the only way Tywin had actual allowed him to go away from Casterly Rock, even though he didn't want to do it.
"I don't even know what we should do there," Jaime complained. "It's a fucking small island, there is nothing to do."
"It's an adventure hotel," Tyrion answered and without looking up from his book, he passed him a brochure. "They have a lot of tours and all that stuff." Still in a bad mood, Jaime glanced at it.
On the front was a picture of a stone building, looking a bit like an old castle. It was on a bright green hill, behind it you could see the famous water of Tarth and the clear blue sky. In bright red letters lmoeWe oT lflEavne Hlal was written in the sky. Jaime had lived long enough with his dyslexia to know, that that could not be right and soon enough the words changed to Welcome To Evenfall Hall. Behind it you could see the logo of the hotel. A circle, quartered in dark pink and blue with golden suns and silver moons.
Because he had nothing better to do, he opened the brochure.
Inside were a lot of pictures of the ocean, some fancy hotel rooms, pools, the dining area and some shots from famous landscapes. There was even a picture of the Evenstar himself; a big man in his late forties, blond hair and a big, really big smile on his face. He stood on the beach, big waves behind him and next to him a surfboard.
"They say their surfing program is the one of the best in Westeros," Tyrion said. He knew that Jaime wouldn't bother to read it. "You could take some lessons. Might be fun."
"Why should I take surf lessons? I can't surf in King's Landing nor in Lannisport. It wouldn't make any sense."
"Well, they also have a basketball court." Tyrion smiled to him from the top of his book. "But we both know you still can't play." Jaime glared at his little brother, but said nothing. He was right, he still wasn't allowed to play. With a grim look, he looked down at his right hand.
Jaime was, no, had been one of the best players, if not the best – definitely the only freshmen who got into the basketball team – at the university. It did help that he was basically a natural at it. Since he had had a basketball in his hands for the first time – which had been around the age of five – he had loved it. He was sure that some professional teams would want him and there were always a lot of scouts at his games.
And at the game. The game, where he had lost everything. The game, where that fucking idiot Zollo had crashed his right hand.
Four months ago, they had played against the team from Harrenhal University, the Brave Companions. A bunch of random guys that were known to use more brutality than strategy, and Jaime's team was winning. Jaime, of course, scored the most points and he got cocky. Well, even more cocky than usual. The captain of the Brave Companions, Vargo Hoat, didn't liked that at all. He briefly talked to Zollo and barely five minutes later – and only 3.42 minutes before the game ended – Jaime got his hand crushed between the way too muscular and way too fat basketball-player and the hard ground.
The only thing Jaime could remember, was pain. A lot of pain. Then he woke up in a hospital room, his right hand hidden in a big cast, feeling sleepy and groggy. A nurse told him, that his wrist had been broken in several places. Apparently he had been in surgery twice as long as anyone else with a broken wrist. But, and she was very happy to tell him, all went well and he would lose the cast in about two and a half months. If he was lucky. As he asked when he could start to play again, her happiness vanished and she mumbled something that sounded like in about six months before fleeing out of the room.
Ever since than, he gave up his dream to be a professional player. He knew that his right hand would never be like before. Two and a half months after the accident – he knew it hadn't been one –, they took of his cast. His wrist, parts of his forearm and hand were covert in a few, long, pink scars. Cersei couldn't stand looking at his hand, but at that point they were already worlds apart.
Technically, he could use his hand again, even though his doctors told him to wait to play basketball again and to be a bit careful with it. But Jaime was pretty sure, he wouldn't play again. His hand felt different. His movements weren't as smooth as they had been and it was like there was something blocking them. Every time he tried to throw the ball, it ended up a few meters to the left or right, but never were it actually should go.
To get rid of those memories, he looked back at the pictures of the water and the surfers. Maybe surfing lessons wouldn't be that bad … besides, it was the Evenstar. Who else could say that he trained with a former surf champion? And that would be more fun than lying next to the pool all day, hating every single second of it.
About an hour later, they finally reached Tarth. Jaime sat inside the expensive, jet black car between his siblings, while their father sat in the passenger seat.
Tywin Lannister would turn fifty next year and for his age, he was surprisingly fit and tall with broad shoulders. He was bald, because as soon as he started to lose the first few strands of hair, he shaved them all off. Tywin Lannister did not believe in doing things only halfway. However, he had big golden-silver whiskers, and there were sprinkles of gold in his green eyes. Even though those eyes should have been quite nice to look at, nobody actually dared to look in his eyes. The polite term was that everyone respected him – the simpler and truer version was that everyone feared him.
It was well known that anyone who dared to step into Tywin's way, would not just be destroyed, but turned into his atoms.
"This is so … idyllic," Cersei said with a hint of disgust and wrinkled her nose. "Only the cows and sheep are missing. Why are we here again?" She loved vacations – but this wasn't her style. She preferred white sand beaches, hot weather and something exotic. Something that got other people jealous when she talked about it. Because Cersei lived to make other people jealous.
"We are here to enjoy this beautiful island," their father said in a business-like voice without looking at them. Jaime doubted that he thought the island was beautiful. The only beauty Tywin Lannister knew where black numbers with a lot of zeros on papers. "And when you talk to Mr Tarth, you will tell him how beautiful his piece of land is, how much you enjoy your stay and how much you are looking forward to come back."
"Of course only our dear father has to order us to enjoy our family vacation," Tyrion said with a smirk, barely looking up from his book. Jaime couldn't understand how his little brother could read so much. Not only fiction, but history and science and things that were actually exhausting to read.
Tywin ignored the jest of his youngest son and looked ahead.
Because there was literally nothing else to do, Jaime looked out of the window. In secret, he agreed with Cersei. The driver took a rather scenic route to the hotel to give them a first impression of the island. They drove through vales, that laid in the shadow of the high mountains, high meadows, they passed some waterfalls, a bit of forest and so much nature, Jaime really doubted he had any signal anywhere on the island. On the other hand, Cersei was still texting, so there had to be some signal.
Luckily the drive to Evenfall Hall wasn't too long. After all, the island wasn't really big. Barely twenty minutes after they left the ferry, they arrived at the hotel. From the looks, you would never guess that it was one of the best hotels in the Seven Kingdoms. The building was huge, made out of dark-grey-ish stone with some smaller towers.
"Are we really staying in here?" Jaime asked. "It looks so … old." He rather liked to be comfortable and this building reminded him way too much of outhouses to be comfortable. The logo hung over the big wooden door, Evenfall Hall even written above the logo. Behind huge hedges Jaime could get a glimpse of the rest of the resort. Despite the style of the main building, the rest looked rather modern. Small, three story-houses, all build in the same style and painted in the same warm colors.
"Of course it's old," Tyrion said, stepping next to his brother, his book still in his hand. "It's quite old. Until after the Targaeryn era, the Tarths – and, yes, the Tarths like Selwyn Tarth, our lovely host – ruled this island. Evenfall Hall always had been their castle. After the monarchy fell, the castle was left in its original state, first being a museum, and fifty years ago they started to renovate it, turning it in something where you could actually live in. Only the front was left like it was." He paused for a second. "Well, they added the logo and the name as they turned it into a hotel."
"Nobody asked for a history lesson," Cersei snapped, holding up her phone, trying to get a signal. As she huffed silently, Jaime knew that she got a pretty good signal. That would make living together with her for the next fourteen days so much easier.
Jaime just ignored his twin. "How do you know all that stuff?"
"The internet, Jaime. The internet and books. I'm not sure if you're familiar with the second one."
"You will all listen very closely, when Mr Tarth will tell you this story again," Tywin said, while Tyrion dodged Jaime's attempted punch, grinning from ear to ear. Someone from the hotel, ran out of the doors with a little carriage for their luggage. "And you will tell him how interesting it is and how impressive his heritage of his ancestors is."
"It's nothing against Casterly Rock," Cersei snarled, looking over the old castle again. Jaime had to agree. Even before Lannister & Partners, the Lannisters always were the wealthiest family in the Seven Kingdoms. Their family estate was Casterly Rock near Lannisport, a castle at least three times bigger than Evenfall Hall and looking much more impressive. Nowadays it was the official location for the company, even though a part of it were still private chambers, where they all grew up.
Their father ignored the comment of his daughter and just walked straight through the door. He accepted his children to follow and they all did. The inside looked much more modern than the outside. White marble floor, huge windows with a good view of the ocean, some plants, paintings, big white fluffy couches and chairs to wait in, and all in all it lived up to his high praised reputation. On the right was the reception. The desk was made of dark wood with golden ornaments, and behind it sat a man with blond hair, looking down. Without hesitation, Tywin went over to the desk.
"Excuse me," he said politely. Jaime and Tyrion exchanged a look – hells, even Cersei looked confused for a second. Their father wasn't a person who said excuse me. He demanded immediate attention just by entering the room.
As the man looked up, Jaime knew why his father tried to be polite. Only Tywin Lannister could detect his future business-partner like that. The man was no one else than Selwyn Tarth. He looked just like he did in the picture. Blond hair, a big, genuine smile, dark blue eyes and – Jaime blinked, as the Evenstar stood up and Jaime had to look up to him. He was like a giant! Jaime knew he was tall, but this man was so much taller than him. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms and seemed pretty fit for his age. But on the other side, he had been a surfer for years, so he probably knew how to stay fit. His shirt war dark blue with Evenfall Hall in red on his chest and a little, golden pin with Selwyn T. - Manager on it.
"You must be Mr Lannister!" he boomed. His voice filled the huge room and he shook Tywin's hand enthusiastically "I'm so happy to have you here! How was your journey? I hope not too exhausting." Before Tywin got a chance to answer, Mr Tarth already turned to Jaime and his siblings. "And those are your children, aren't they? Fantastic! Don't worry about getting bored, we have some splendid activities and tours! Besides, there are quite a few guests around your age here. You could make some new friends!"
"Just what we love to do," Tyrion said and he sounded so genuine, that Jaime actually could believe it for a second – but then he remembered the truth. They didn't like to make friends. Maybe Tyrion, if he felt the need to impress anyone, but him and Cersei? No. Never.
If Mr Tarth noticed Tyrion's sarcasm, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he gave all of them a room key, which was a light blue card with the hotel logo on it, explained the way to the apartment and some other details, like opening hours of the restaurant, the spa, the pools, the bar, the disco or anything else. Seriously, they had a lot of stuff here. Jaime listened only halfheartedly. His eyes were drawn to the flyers for the surfing lessons.
"Thank you very much," Tywin said, but didn't smile. "Maybe you could tell me more about your business some time?" Jaime was pretty sure that his father already knew every detail about the hotel and the Tarths and the island Tarth and probably about every person, animal and rock on this island, so it must be part of his strategy to get a contract with Mr Tarth. He would do the things, Mr Tarth liked – being friendly, spending time with his family, all the stuff Tywin Lannister normally would never do – so he would be more likely to sign the contract. That was way easier than crushing him and spending too much money to do that. Either way, Tywin would get what he wants, because it's always that way. As soon as he had some shares of this hotel, a Lannister would manage everything.
Mr Tarth, however, just gave him his booming smile. "It would be my pleasure! What about dinner? We could make a big family dinner out of it. I'm afraid I don't have any free time sooner than that, and it's a Tarth family tradition that we always eat dinner together. The kids would love it! Let's say, around seven o'clock?" All three of them tried to look excited to meet the Tarth kids, even though they weren't.
"What a lovely idea. I'm looking forward to it." Tywin took his key card, turned and left. Tyrion and Cersei followed. As his family left to go to their room, Jaime stayed at the reception. Tyrion looked at him questionably – unlike the rest of his family that didn't even bother to noticed he wasn't coming with them – but he just gestured to him, that they should leave without him.
Finally he turned back to Mr Tarth, who hadn't noticed for a moment that Jaime was still there. He blinked once and then smiled again. For Jaime's liking he smiled way too often. Politely he smiled back. "So, I saw that you have some kind of surfing program here."
"Oh, that's right!" From somewhere behind the desk, Mr Tarth shoved another flyer under Jaime's nose. "You're lucky, we still have some free spots in our late morning group. Usually, the waves are the bests there and it's just before lunch. Or in the afternoon, if you prefer that. I think-"
"Do you only have lessons in groups?" Jaime asked, not even bothering to hear the rest of his explaining. "What about private lessons?" He really didn't want to be in a group. After all, he still was a Lannister. If he wanted some private lessons, he would get some.
"We usually don't do that," Mr Tarth said with an apologetic smile. "They're quite expensive, you know? Besides, I think you would like to be in a group, getting to know some of the other kids."
"Money is not the problem. And I want those private lessons. Do you still teach yourself?"
"No, I sadly don't have the time for that anymore."
"Then I want the best one you have." It would be no use to start surfing, but not learning enough to tell anyone about it at uni. But Mr Tarth still didn't looked convinced. Suppressing a sigh, Jaime pulled out his wallet and gave him his most charming smile. If Mrs Tarth instead of Mr Tarth would stand in front of him, he would already have those private lessons. Maybe he should try some other way. "Look, I'll pay double. I'm just really, really nervous about it. I never surfed before and I don't want to embarrass myself in front of anyone else." He tried to look like a kicked puppy, hoping Mr Tarth was a better parent than Tywin Lannister and actually care about his feelings.
Jaime could see those blue eyes soften. "Pay double?" he asked. Jaime nodded. For a second, the Evenstar just looked at him, almost if he was measuring him. Whatever he had been looking for, he seemed to have found it. He gave him another smile. "Just wait here for a second, will you?"
Mr Tarth turned away, pulled a phone out of his pocket and called someone. Jaime couldn't understand what the person on the other side was saying and Mr Tarth was mumbling a bit, but he caught some bits. Basically he just asked the teacher, if he had some time to take another student. He heard come kind of response, but couldn't understand a single word.
A few moments later – it felt like at least half an hour to Jaime, but he never have been the patient one –, Mr Tarth ended the call and turned back to Jaime. He was smiling again, of course. "Great news! My best teacher still has a free slot. You're lucky." Jaime nodded and tried to look as excited as Mr Tarth looked. "It's in the late afternoon. Just be at the beach around four o'clock. Someone will pick you up. What was your name again, son?"
Jaime told him his name, paid for ten lessons, and, yes, he did pay double. For a second Mr Tarth looked like he couldn't believe it, but then his smile was back and he told him the best way to the beach. Jaime thanked him politely and waved goodbye, as he left the lobby to go to the apartment. He passed a lot of bushes, flowers, a soccer field, two tennis courts, a mini golf site and even a basketball court on his way. Other guest in bathing suits or loose-fit clothing passed him, some employees – the men in deep blue shirts, the women in deep pink ones – who smiled at him. Jaime ignored them all.
Their apartment was on the third floor of their building. It was rather big, because it was the only one on the floor. The living room area was big, with a flat-screen TV, two big, comfy-looking couches and a balcony. There were some plants, pictures and other small, useless decorations all over the place, but it did look quite nice. Tywin had the master bedroom for himself, Cersei had her own room as well, so Jaime and Tyrion shared a room. He was fine with it.
As he entered the room, Tyrion unpacked his last shirt and smiled at him. "Well, well, well! Look who's back!"
"Don't be so surprised," Jaime said. He plugged his phone and iPod and opened his suitcase. It was half past three, so he still had half an hour before his surfing lesson started. "You were the one who suggested I should take them."
"I know, I know. I just didn't really thought you would actually take some."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because ever since your accident, you've basically done nothing, Jaime." Briefly, Jaime stopped unpacking and looked over to his little brother, who just looked back seriously. "I know it was very difficult for you, but you have to move on. I haven't seen you genuine happy for months. You'll find something else that makes you happy. Basketball isn't everything."
"Sure," was all Jaime said. They had had this argument a thousand of times before and Jaime stopped trying to tell him that basketball had been everything for him. His little brother would always say he is wrong, so Jaime stopped trying to explain it. Tyrion sighed behind him and Jaime heard him texting someone. Probably his girlfriend, Shae. The thought of his brother's girlfriend left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Jaime grabbed his bathing shorts and went to change. As he came back from the bathroom, he grabbed his towel. Maybe he could check out the beach before his lesson started. Tyrion was still in front of his phone, but he looked up as he saw him. "You're leaving?"
"Yes, my lesson starts in a few minutes. Where is everyone else by the way?"
"Oh, our dear father is off, he saw some old business … well … friends earlier. No doubt he will crush their companies. Cersei went to the spa."
"What are you going to do? Just sitting around here all day?"
"If you would have listen, you would have notice they have a library. Do I need to say anything else?"
"Alright, have fun. See you at dinner." Tyrion just waved and Jaime left the apartment. It wasn't a long walk to the beach. He passed the dinning hall, a few playgrounds with kids playing and running around screaming, the pools and a little river that Jaime doubted was natural. It looked way too perfect for that. Some wooden stairs led him down to the beach.
It was quite nice. The sand was soft under his bare feet, no little stones or shells that would cut his skin open and there was plenty of space for all the other guest to lie down and enjoy the sun or the view of the ocean. Even Jaime had to admit it was a nice view, a pretty shade of blue and the sunlight danced across the waves. To his right was a little wooden cabin with some surfboards standing outside. Slowly he walked in that direction. Mr Tarth said he should be at the beach, but didn't mentioned any specific point. This one looked best for his surfing lesson. Because he still had almost fifteen minutes left, he laid down and closed his eyes.
He must have dozed off, because the next thing he remembered, was a girl's voice calling him. "Jaime Lannister?" Lazily he opened his eyes again, blinking against the bright sun and looked around for the girl. Maybe it was one of the girls from King's Landing that recognized him and wanted to flirt. But he didn't see any girl standing close to him.
However, there was a big, blond guy in a short-sleeve wetsuit with a surfboard next to him. Jaime held one hand over his eyes to get a better look at the guy. He was tall, even taller than himself, with broad shoulders and hips, strong arms and legs, straw-blond, wet hair, a nose that has been broken at least two times and a big mouth. His pale skin – Jaime noticed a light pink shade from a sunburn – was covered in freckles and he had blue eyes, that were way too pretty for a guy like him. All in all, he was not really attractive. And that was the nice term.
Suddenly the guy opened his mouth. "So, are you Jaime Lannister?"
Jaime blinked again and sat up. Then, he blinked again and again. He must have looked like an idiot – even though a very attractive idiot of course – but he just couldn't stop blinking. It had to be a trick of the light. Maybe he had been in the sun for too long after being in King's Landing.
"You're a girl?" He looked him, no, her over again. No way that person was a girl! He couldn't see any curves on her, no visible breast or anything else that may have give a hint that he was talking to a girl. A really ugly girl.
The girl blushed – for a second Jaime thought it was just the sunburn, but then it started to spread out to her neck – and her lips formed a humorless, thin line. "Are you Jaime Lannister?" she repeated.
"How can a girl get so big and so ugly?" Jaime asked while getting to his feet. She was even taller than him! And she looked younger than him as well. "How old are you?"
"My name is Brienne and I'm your teacher," she said, obviously ignoring him and deciding, that he was indeed Jaime Lannister. Maybe the golden lion on his shorts gave him away – so what? He liked the lions. Cersei's fucking boyfriend Robert Baratheon ran around with a stag on his chest all the time. "First we'll get you a wetsuit and a board, then we start with -"
"It's fucking rude to not answer my questions," Jaime interrupted her.
"It's rude to insult someone," she spit back, her jaw set.
"Oh, so you actually do hear what I say. I was wondering if you were deaf and ugly." There was an easy smile on his lips. This has to be some kind of joke, because that girl could not be the best teacher in the hotel. He might as well have some fun and torture her until his real teacher would get here. But nevertheless, Jaime had to admit that she did look kinda familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He would remember someone with such a face – and that was not a compliment.
For a second, Brienne looked like she wanted to say something. Her mouth was agape, making her look stupid, but before a single word could get out of her mouth, she shut it again and swallowed down whatever laid on her tongue. "I just turned seventeen. Now, would you like to start your lesson or not?"
Jaime thought of Tyrion, who would turn seventeen soon as well and couldn't help but laugh. They would look ridiculous next to each other. Truly a dwarf and a giant. Silently and looking like she wanted to punch someone, she waited until he was finished. "No, really," Jaime said, still a bit out of breath from his laugh. "Where is my real teacher?"
"I am your real teacher."
"Fuck that. I told him that I want the best teacher."
"That's why I was assigned to you. I am the best." She didn't smile, but there was a glint of proud in her eyes. Of course, Jaime couldn't let her feel proud.
"Oh, don't get so cocky, that doesn't suit you." The glint vanished from her eyes and instead he saw anger in them. At the same time, her blush deepened. A small part of his brain realized that her eyes were even more beautiful from up close. The larger part of his brain made the smaller part shut up. "Look, Girly, is this some kind of joke or -"
"My name is Brienne, not Girly," she interrupted him rather fiercely now. "And this is not a joke. You wanted to have private lessons from the best teacher. If you don't want them because you don't like the idea that a girl teaches you, fine, but you won't get anyone else. All the other teachers have no time left and they are not as good as me. And if you want to complain instead of learning to surf, fine, I'll get my money. It's your choice."
It would have made a better statement, if she wouldn't be as red as a tomato and would have looked him in the eyes longer than five seconds.
Jaime had quite a few comments in mind for her little speech, but for once, he decided to be silent. It didn't really bother him that she was a girl – however hard it was to believe – but that she was younger than him. Or maybe it was just the fact, that this freakish girl was the best surfing teacher, while his dream of being the best basketball-player had been destroyed.
"If I can't get any lessons, I want my money back," Jaime said. "I'm not paying for nothing."
"The first lesson already started. You won't get your money back for this lesson."
This time she looked him in the eyes. The rage in them made them even sparkle a bit, as crazy as it sounded. For a moment, Jaime was just focused on them, before getting back to the original problem: her being his teacher. Maybe – and he couldn't believe that he actually had that thought – she was the best one. And if she was the best one …
"Fine," he said finally. "Fine. Let's do this. This one lesson and if you're not good enough, I'll cancel all the other lessons and want my money back."
"Okay," she agreed, again looking at the sand underneath her feet.
"Lead the way, Girly", Jaime mocked with a theatrical bow.
"It's Brienne", she mumbled. He rolled his eyes, but she couldn't see it, because she already started walking towards the little cabin. Brienne carried her board under her arm and didn't turned around to him even once. Jaime could spot some other guys – and a few girls – in wetsuits with boards. Some looked quite young, other ones older, two or three other guys who wore their wetsuit only up to their hips with a blue Evenfall Hall-shirt. There were a lot of boards outside and even a few inside the cabin as well, all in different heights and different colors. However, the logo of the hotel was on all of them. To the right were some changing rooms and Jaime saw a lot of what he thought were other students struggle to get out or in the wetsuits. They all looked ridiculous, especially if they tried to get into them for the first time. Those, who had the wetsuits with short sleeves, were much more relaxed, but even they struggled.
"What's your size?" Brienne asked. Jaime almost didn't catch it. He was watching a guy with dark hair trying to get out of the wetsuit. It was obviously that he failed miserably at it.
"My what?"
"Your size. For the wetsuit."
"No way in the fucking hells! I'm not wearing that!" Jaime crossed his arms over his chest and looked as determined as he could. He was a Lannister and wouldn't make a fool of himself and try to get in one of those things. Besides, it was quite warm. He had seen a lot of surfers wore nothing but their shorts or bikinis. Of course they all had been in magazines, but he wouldn't mention that.
His teacher was not impressed by his stare. "We're in the Stormlands. More especially in the Shipbreaker Bay. The water is not as warm as in Dorne or in Essos and with the winds -"
"How nice of you to be concerned about my well-being, but don't even bother, Girly. I won't get cold and I'm not somebody to cry about a bit of cold water and wind. So, save your little speech, because I'm not going to were one of those wetsuits and looks as stupid as you." With one hand he vaguely pointed in her direction. Maybe he was just imagining it – because she was a girl and girls were suppose to have more curves than boys – but he thought he could actually see the slightest curve above her hips, almost invisible.
Brienne's cheeks flushed red again and Jaime could see that she wanted to say something back. But, just like before, she didn't. She just took a few deep breaths and looked at her feet. Somehow it annoyed Jaime, more than he liked to admit, that she would not tell him what was on her mind. "Fine," she said, but didn't look at him. "It's your decision. I did warn you, though."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we actually start now?"
This time she glared at him – and Jaime was satisfied that he got that reaction from her – but pointed to the surfboards. "We need to find the right one for you." Without another word, she stuck her board in the sand and walked over to the boards next to the cabin. Jaime just followed and threw his towel on one of the benches.
The other surfers smiled and waved at Brienne, saying hi or complimenting her on her lessons. She always smiled back – without showing her big, crocked teeth – and politely thanked them. Jaime could feel the stare of some of the girls on him, but he ignored them. He wasn't in the mood to flirt with them. In fact, he wasn't sure if he would ever be in the mood to flirt again.
The dark-haired guy who had struggled with his wetsuit – he finally could get rid of it and wore some dark shorts and a white shirt – just wouldn't leave them alone. At first Jaime didn't pay any attention to him, but as he hadn't left after he told Brienne how wonderful her lesson had been, he got annoyed. To his surprise, Brienne didn't seem too fond of the guy as well. Even though she smiled – a very thin lipped, small smile – and thanked him – in a slightly cooler voice – her body language basically screamed that he was not welcome. The guy was smaller than Jaime and Brienne and his age must have been somewhere between him and Brienne. He wasn't that bad looking but he was nowhere near Jaime.
"Hyle, I'm sorry, but I have another student," Brienne finally interrupted that annoying guy, who was just talking about something Jaime already forgot. He didn't listen anyway. The guy looked at Jaime as if he hadn't had noticed him before – Jaime doubted that – and didn't looked that happy.
"Sorry, mate, she's all mine now," Jaime said with the most flirtatious voice he had, smiled and winked at Brienne. He knew it would annoy her to no end and he was right. Out of the corners of his eyes he could see her blush badly and frown at the same time. The Hyle guy looked from Jaime to Brienne and back.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Hyle asked, smiling and walking backwards. Jaime kinda hoped he would walk into a board or something, creating a big mess and embarrass himself even more than he already did, but sadly that didn't happen.
"Sure," Brienne answered, but she already had turned her back at him, looking at the boards.
"Who was that, Girly?" Jaime asked as soon as he was gone. Brienne's eyes were fixed on the boards and her jaw was set once again.
"Brienne, not Girly. Another student of mine. Now, back to the boards."
As they searched for a board for him, Brienne explained him how to choose the right board. Jaime didn't really listen – something about the board being several inches taller than him and his weight; he paid more attention to the designs on the boards as to what she said. In the end, she picked out a board for him. It was taller than him and white with some dark green lines on it. Jaime complained that he wanted the board with the dark red lines, but Brienne just said it wasn't the right model for him. He thought his argument that it would match his shorts was pretty good though.
Brienne let him carry the board all by himself after he rudely declined her offer to help him. Jaime would never admit it out loud, but he had some troubles carrying it. Twice he had nearly knocked someone over and hit the cabin at least three times.
They practiced on the sand first. With his arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at Brienne, who was lying on her own board and demonstrated how to paddle and stand up, explaining how to get up the right way, where to put your feet, that it was easier if you bend your knees and all that. Jaime only listened halfheartedly. Instead he wondered how any girl, no, any human-being could be that graceless and unattractive.
"It's your turn." Jaime blinked as Brienne got up and looked at him.
"My turn to what?"
"Getting up," she said, holding back the obvious duh that he could hear clearly in her voice.
It was fairly easy to stand up on the board. Jaime felt like an idiot, lying on the board on the sand, paddling and then jumping in the air and balancing on the board. It was easy and he thought he did a really good job, but Brienne always corrected his stand, pulling down his upper body or telling him to bend his knees a bit more. After what felt like half an hour, she seemed satisfied with his position and said they would try it in the water.
Jaime then realized, it wasn't that easy. Not easy at all. At least not in the water.
Apparently the waves had the perfect size for beginners today; that was Brienne's opinion. Jaime had quite a different opinion. Every time he tried to stand up, he slipped on the wet board, a wave splashed in his face or he lost the balance. Weren't it for the leash around his ankle, he would have lost the board a long time ago. It seemed almost impossible for him that anyone could get on the fucking board, if it hadn't been for Brienne.
The girl really puzzled him. On land, where the ground was solid and not moving, she was the most graceless person he had ever met. But as soon as she was in the water, it was almost like she was a different person. She was in control of her movements, she was graceful and she looked so powerful, that Jaime couldn't help but blink and stare at her. As she caught him staring, he made up some excuse about watching her to see how you do it the right way. She looked at him a bit wary and only then he remembered, that he said it in a way too compliment-sounding way, so he quickly added a witty comment about her unfortunate looks.
The staring hadn't helped him. Jaime was falling off the board again and again. Brienne kept yelling some tips to him, saying he should do it the way he did it on the beach, but everything had been way easier there. It wasn't helping that he was freezing either. The wind was chilly and the water was cold. The combination was pretty nasty, even the sun couldn't really warm him up. He didn't complain though, but he was sure Brienne saw his goosebumps.
"Fuck this!" Jaime screamed rather frustrated as he fell off the board yet again. He had lost his feeling for the time. If they were out there for half an hour or three hours, he couldn't tell.
"You're getting better," Brienne said, sitting on her board like a statue, not even bothered a little bit by the waves.
"Oh, do I? And how exactly am I getting better? At falling into the water?" He glared at her, but Brienne pretended she didn't hear it.
"Nobody expects you to be a natural at it. It takes time and a lot of practice."
"Shut the fuck up. Is this why you're the best teacher? Because you tell everyone that they are suppose to suck? The standards must be very low then."
Jaime saw her gritting her teeth and he knew there was some comment in her that just waited to be spit in his face. To explode, just like he was exploding now. But she didn't say anything. Instead she swallowed and fixed her blue eyes on him. "Try getting lower with your body. It will be easier. Bend your knees. Use your arms to keep your balance."
"I'm doing it, but -"
"Just do it." That hadn't been the words she wanted to use, Jaime could hear it in her voice. Briefly he wondered what kept her from telling him what's on her mind, but he decided he would do think about it some other time.
In a bad mood and still frustrated, he took another deep breath and got on the board again. Patiently he waited for a good wave – well, not really patiently, but he waited for Brienne's nod which meant it was a good wave.
This is my last try, he thought, while he waited. If I can't manage it, I will cancel all the other lessons.
Suddenly Brienne nodded and Jaime got up as the wave hit his board. This time he remembered all the advices Brienne had given him. Feet wider apart. Bend the knees. Lower the body. Keep the balance with the arms. Every second he feared that he would fall off the board again, but he didn't. He actually stood on the board. He was surfing!
Well, at least for a few meters, before he moved one of his arms in the wrong direction and fell. But it didn't mattered; at least not at the moment. He did it! He actually did it! He hadn't felt that great since his accident. As soon as Jaime's head broke through the surface, he couldn't stop smiling and was looking for Brienne, who just sat on her board and smiled a bit. No, it wasn't a smile. It was a smug told-you-so-kind of face.
"That was easy," Jaime said, because he didn't want to look as happy as he felt.
"Sure it was," Brienne said, rolling her eyes.
"How much time is left?" he asked, eager to try it again.
"The lesson ended fifteen minutes ago," she answered and paddled back to the beach. "We're closing the cabin soon, so you need to give the board back."
For a second, Jaime just looked after her. He almost asked why she didn't told him the lesson was over, but before he could do it, she already reached the beach. As soon as her body was out of the water, she was as awkward, uneasy and graceless as before. With a sigh he got out of the water and walked to the cabin. Some guy in the blue stuff shirt took his board to set it aside. While Jaime got his towel, he glanced at the clock at the wall. Quarter to six.
Someone cleared his throat behind him and Jaime turned around. Brienne stood there with a towel around her neck. For a second she looked into his eyes, before she looked back at the ground. Seems like she left her confidence in the water as well.
"Do you want to continue the lessons?" she asked.
His mouth was already open to tell her that, yes, he will take all the lessons, probably book some more because it had been great and awesome, but he paused. He wouldn't rub it in her face that he had enjoyed it that much. So, instead Jaime flashed on of his best smiles at her. "You know what? It'll be a surprise. Maybe I'll be there or maybe I won't be there."
She frowned at him and opened her mouth to say something. He was sure it was some complaining about him, but in the last second she changed her mind and settled for a nod.
"See you around, Girly," Jaime said and turned around. Gods, he needed a hot shower!
"Brienne," she corrected him again, but Jaime was already walking away and just lifted his hand.
Back at the apartment, he was greeted by his family. More or less. Tyrion was actually the only one who greeted him. "How was the surfing lesson?"
"Good. Fell in the water countless of times, froze almost to death, but I did it. My teacher, on the other hand, she is ..." He shrugged because he couldn't find the right words.
"Oh, a girl?" Jaime didn't need to look at his brother to know, that he was smiling. "Hot?" He just laughed and shook his head.
"Ugh, Jaime!" It was his dear twin sister, who was standing in the doorway, looking pretty angry. "Next time you decide to transform the hallway into a deathtrap, put a sign next to it! Not everyone wants to die because they slipped on the floor."
"Of course, everything, dear sister." His smile was thin-lipped, but Cersei just huffed. Before she could leave, he noticed something else. "What are you wearing?"
"It's called a dress. I thought you know that much, dear brother."
"I know what a dress is. But do I need to remind you that we're in a hotel and not at some kind of gala?" Her dress was crimson with one strap around her left shoulder. In the front the hem reached her knees and in the back it was around her ankles, and she wore some flat, expensive but casual-looking shoes. She looked as stunning as ever, even though she hasn't finished her make-up or hair yet.
"Father said we should look our best," Tyrion answered for Cersei, who already left again to finish her outfit. Jaime noticed that Tyrion was dressed up as well. Some dark, nice pants and an almost golden shirt. "You know, to make a good impression for the dinner."
"Jaime." Tywin Lannister had appeared in the doorway as well. He was wearing one of his usual suits with a shirt and tie. Nobody would think he was on a family vacation. "Where have you been?"
"Surfing lessons."
"Good." Jaime raised his eyebrows and exchanged a look with his brother, who looked just as confused as Jaime. Did their father just said that? Was that even their father or rather some alien? "You will tell Mr Tarth how great it is and how much you enjoyed it. Evenfall Hall is famous for its surfing program. He will be pleased to hear that. Get ready for dinner." He left just as quickly as he appeared.
"Of course, Father," Jaime sighed and grabbed his clothes. Tyrion gave him an apologetic shrug and turned back to his book.
After his shower, Jaime finally felt warm again. Maybe he should take the wetsuit next time. Brienne wouldn't shut up about it, but – no, actually, she wouldn't say anything about it. She didn't say anything about him at all. For a second he paused to dry his hair with the towel and thought about it. She wanted to say something, he knew that, but why wasn't she?
As he emerged from the bathroom, the steam dancing around his feet, he was already dressed in his dark red shirt and some dark, washed out jeans. He didn't had any better pants than that. Tywin curled his lips, but didn't say anything. Cersei had finished her make-up and fixed her hair. Jaime tried not to look at her. It still hurt sometimes.
They walked to the dinning room in silence. Luckily, the walk wasn't too long. The hall was quite nice. A big buffet and a lot of chiefs, waiters and an enormous amount of tables. A lot of them were already occupied by other guest. Of course no other guest was dressed as fancy as the Lannisters. But after all, they were Lannisters. They had to maintain a certain kind of class.
Jaime saw his father shaking hands with Mr Tarth, who just appeared at the other side of the buffet, and pointed to a table for eight people. The message was clear: They would all get their food and meet at the table. Good. Jaime was starving.
Around ten minutes later and with a plate that was so overloaded, Jaime was actually afraid he would drop everything on the floor, he got back to the table. Everyone else from his family was already there and they all sat on one side of the table. Tywin and Tyrion had normal-sized portions and Cersei had settled for a way too healthy looking plate.
"You do know that you can go and get some more food another time? You don't have to eat everything at once," Tyrion chuckled. Tywin gave his eldest son a disapproving look, but Jaime ignored him and sat down.
"I'm just hungry," he said. "Other than you, I've been doing something."
Tyrion started to talk, but he was interrupted by Mr Tarth's tall figure. "You didn't had to wait for us! You all must be starving. Please, start to eat." The Lannister siblings smiled politely. If they would have as much as dared to pick up their fork before Mr Tarth had arrived, their father would have murdered them. At least. Mr Tarth put his plate down and pulled out a chair. Not for himself, as they noticed shortly afterwards.
"This is Nora, my girlfriend," Mr Tarth introduced the young woman that came over to them. She was at least half his age and around half his height as well. The petite woman had long, brown hair and was pretty, but nothing special. She smiled and greeted everyone before sitting down. Like Cersei, she wore a dress, but there ended all similarity to their pieces of clothing. Nora's dress was a pale pink summer dress and way more casual."And this is my son, Galladon. Over here, Galladon!"
Mr Tarth called out to a boy who was coming their way now. He was as tall as his father, around twenty, maybe twenty-one, with his father's blond hair, blue eyes and big smile. Just like Nora, he wasn't overly attractive, but not ugly either. As Galladon arrived at the table, Jaime noticed that he had some freckles and he looked vaguely familiar. But maybe it was just because he was Mr Tarth's son. Clearly, he wasn't Nora's son. They looked nothing alike and she was way too young to be his mother. He was wearing the blue Evenfall Hall-shirt with a name tag.
"Hi everyone," he said and sat down. "So nice meeting you. You all arrived today, didn't you?"
"We did," Tyrion answered. "It's been great so far." It really impressed Jaime, how Tyrion could say that without any hint of sarcasm. At least you couldn't hear some.
"And are you always dressing so fancy?" Galladon asked while stuffing some food in his mouth. If Jaime would have done that, his father would have … well, Jaime couldn't picture what exactly, but he was sure something really terrifying. At least they were allowed to eat now. Jaime almost attacked his steak.
Before anyone of the Lannisters could answer, Mr Tarth interrupted them again by waving over his head. "Sweety, over here! Yes, here, we're eating with some guests tonight!" He turned back to everyone else. "It's my daughter. Don't be too cross if she isn't talking too much, she's a bit shy towards strangers."
Jaime heard Tywin say something, but he didn't pay any attention to it. He neither payed any attention to the piece of steak that fell from his fork. Mr Tarth's daughter approached their table, looking down at her feet – until she reached them and Jaime looked in surprisingly pretty blue eyes in an ugly, freckled face.
"Girly." It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. The others gave him a curious look, but Brienne just clenched her teeth and put down her plate. She had changed her cloths and wore a loose fitting white shirt and shorts. The shirt hid her slight curve over her hip, but the wetsuit had flatten out her flat breasts until they were non-existing. Her now dry hair barely touched her shoulders and was knotted.
"Girly?" Tyrion asked in a low voice. Jaime mouthed teacher to him. His brother started to smile at once.
"Oh, I forgot, you two have already met," Mr Tarth said. "How was the lesson?" He looked from his daughter to Jaime, who still couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed that they were related. It was rather obvious.
"Uhm," Jaime said, for once without his usual wit, as everyone at the table – except for Brienne, who sat down – looked at him. What was the question again?
"He was quite good," Brienne mumbled, but didn't looked up from her food. "Had the usual problems with the balance, but that's normal for beginners. As soon as he got used to it, he did well."
Tyrion laughed until Jaime glared at him. He didn't know if Brienne actually meant what she was saying or if she wanted to please his father. Or her father. Or anyone at all. But why should she?
"And do you like it?" Mr Tarth asked Jaime. "Or do you want to cancel the other lessons? It's not a sport for everyone, you know? You shouldn't be doing something you don't like."
Jaime hesitated. He did had fun, but he had wanted Brienne to struggle a bit, turning up a few minutes later to let her think that he would quit. Well, he could forget his plan now. But before he could answer, his father took care of it.
"He will continue," Tywin said in a voice that did not tolerate any objections. "Jaime enjoyed the lesson very much and was very pleased with your daughter as his teacher."
Jaime's eyes darted from his father to Brienne, who looked just as suspicious as Jaime. They both knew it wasn't true – well, not the second part. But after all Jaime knew his father and his ultimate motive.
"Brienne is a good teacher," Mr Tarth said proudly and nodded. "And a good surfer as well. I taught her myself, but I think she could actually outdo me. Don't you think, Brienne?" Brienne's face turned a deep red and she mumbled something about not being as good as a surf champion. Her father just laughed loudly.
From this point, Tywin took over the conversation. He asked a lot about Evenfall Hall, about his concept and so much more. If Mr Tarth noticed what he was up to, he didn't say anything but answered every question politely and quite detailed. On the other hand, his questions were very family-based. He asked Jaime and Cersei where they were studying – as Cersei said she was modeling, he asked if she had been in magazines he knew – and Tyrion where he wanted to study when he got out of High School. They all answered and tried to seem as happy as they could. Once again Jaime was surprised that Cersei was such a good actress. She complimented Nora and even Brienne on a few things, like clothes or hair styles. Nora was basically glowing and they talked about fashion for a while. Brienne thanked Cersei, but somehow Jaime doubted that she believed her words. She was even shyer than before. So far away from the water and a surfboard, her confidence was basically zero. Or the Lannisters just intimidated her, which wouldn't be surprising. Finally Tywin asked about the Tarth-kids.
"You know, Galladon here," Mr Tarth said and clapped his son on the shoulder. "didn't want to study. Instead he stays here to look me over the shoulder and take over the business together with Brienne when I retire."
"But you need someone with knowledge of economics and management," Tywin said. That was something he could work with. As soon as he would get one Lannister to work here, it was easy to turn everything over. Soon enough the Evenfall Hall-logo would be replaced by a Lannister lion.
"Brienne will study it, won't you, Sweety?" The Evenstar smiled at her daughter, who only nodded. "Just like you, Mr Lannister, she said we would need someone who knows what he was talking about or else we would go bankrupt. So, last year we sent her to a boarding school in Highgarden, because a dear friend of us said she would get a better education there and pulled some strings for us. And next year she'll be off to university! Isn't it exciting?"
"So we're basically in the same position," Tyrion said smiling and sounding pretty friendly. "I would never have guessed that, you know, you just seem to be older than that. But maybe it's just your height." Brienne turned even redder and Tywin gave his youngest son a sour look. "Where do you want to study?"
"W-Well," she stuttered, obviously uncomfortable with all the attention. "I think Storm's End. It's close."
Jaime wanted to say that Storm's End sucked, that King's Landing was so much better and their university was basically the best in Westeros. But because with his father too close and plotting to take over this hotel, he didn't dare it. Instead he focused on his food.
After what felt like an eternity – and Jaime wasn't the only one who had that feeling, he could see is in the eyes from his siblings – the dinner was finally over. Brienne basically fled out of the room, mumbling something about checking if the surfing cabin is locked. The other ones shook hands, Nora hugged Cersei, who looked like she wanted to kill her but then smiled, and they parted.
"That was your teacher?" Tyrion asked as soon as they were out of the dinning hall. Tywin was already ahead of them.
"Yes."
"She's not hot."
"She's a big cow," Cersei sneered and appeared at their side. "Fitting for this island."
"Don't be mean, Cersei. Just because she's not into fashion as much as your new friend Nora, it doesn't mean she is a cow," Tyrion said good-naturally.
"She's not my friend," she snapped back. "I had to be nice."
"We all have to," Jaime said. "That's why we're stuck on this island, remember?"
"No, that's because dear Father would like the decorations to be crimson and gold instead of pink and blue. I bet he will tell you to make Brienne stop wanting to study."
"You'll win that bet," Jaime mumbled. His father was exactly the kind of person to demand something like that. On the other hand, Brienne struck him as rather stubborn. But what did he care for this hotel? He wouldn't come back here anyway.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! All characters, except for Nora, belong to GRRM. The chapters will be pretty long and if you want to see the Lannisters do something particular during their vacation, just send me a PM, drop a comment or send me a message at tumblr ( )! Also, I never did surfing, so forgive me some technical mistakes. If there is someone out there who is willing to give me some surfing tips, feel free to send me a message :) I would really appreciate it! Cheers!