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Bradin managed to grab hold of his broken board in the current struggling to hold on. Struggling he managed to get back on his broken board despite the increasing winds. He looked back and saw the waves reflecting in the moonlight. The moon and stars that dotted the sky above him. He managed to sit up on his broken board and examine his injuries. His wetsuit was torn and blood stained the shredded panels of his suit. His head ached so badly and he reached up to feel his torn scalp. He could feel the blood from his torn scalp slowly trickling across his face. He looked at his legs and arms seeing the many cuts and scrapes through the few remaining pieces of the wetsuit. He looked at his face in the moonlit water one eye was swollen shut and his lip was split among the small cuts that were spread across his face. The wind and the water combined made him feel so cold and having his wetsuit in tatters wasn't helping much either. He shut his eye and almost fell asleep. "No! No!" Bradin told him self he had to stay awake… to find his way back to shore wherever that was. He struggled to remember what had happened to him despite to cold.
He…He had decided to go night surfing in Hawaii. He had remembered how he had ridden the perfect sets of waves that formed along the Hawaiian coast the clean air rushing through his lungs and the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could feel the wind rushing through his sandy blonde hair. The moonlight reflected off the water in the distance and some storm clouds nearing the horizon. He needed to practice to try to win the surfing competition tomorrow. He readied himself to ride the last couple waves before heading back in. Then it happened while riding the largest wave of the night he lost control and went tumbling in to the water. He instinctively swam for the surface. The leash suddenly snagged. He managed to surface and started swimming back to his board to see why it was stuck. He reached the spot where his board was and he dived in. The saw a broken piece of his a broken piece of his board stuck in between two rocks. He surfaced and cursed he loved that surfboard and now he needed to buy a new one for his the competition tomorrow. He then sensed something in the water He looked back and he suddenly saw the other part of his board flying towards him at incredibly fast. His greenish-blue eyes opened wide with fear… and then the board it hit him. He felt as if someone had hit his head with a hammer. Then there was incredible pain in his scalp and reached up to his head and felt three quarter sized chunks of his hair and scalp missing. The next wave propelled him into the jagged coral. He reached his arms to protect himself but the wave was too strong. His strong arms were no match for the power of the wave and they buckled. His arms scraped along the coral. The black sleeves of his wetsuit snagged the coral but ripped under Bradin's weight and the next wave. He saw the coral rip his wetsuit over his arms and watched as the seams of his suit came apart exposing the raw flesh of his arms. Bradin let out a scream underwater that only produced bubbles as the coral tore at the exposed flesh through the ripped suit. He felt his face graze the jagged coral and felt a slight sting of pain on his face. He struggled to surface to get back to the surface to escape this watery hell. He was almost to the surface before the leash pulled him back down and the next wave struck him pushing him farther in to the shallow reef. He felt the coral slice through his wetsuit as if it was paper and tear at his legs. He suddenly felt himself stop. He looked down to see that among his shredded wetsuit and bleeding legs that a piece of coral had snagged on a large portion of his wetsuit on the left side of his body. He struggled to get back to the surface but the wetsuit and leash was keeping his down… trying to suffocate him in the ocean he loved so much. He quickly undid the leash and managed to get his board loose he quickly wrapped the leash around his arm. Bradin tried to free himself. He pulled at his wetsuit but it only stretched. He saw his vision-starting blur. With all his power he ripped that portion of his wetsuit against a jagged piece of coral that had caught the suit. He felt himself ripping free, tearing free, as he swam towards the surface. But the next wave got to him first pushed him on his back into the coral he turned himself around but the wave slammed his chest into the coral ripping that part of his suit. He saw a rock ahead was to late to stop it from hitting him. THUD! Then he knew no more.
He snapped back to the present looked at his body in the waves of the ocean. There were hundreds of small and large rips on hiswetsuit each with a small stream of his blood spilling into the Pacific Ocean. His life force draining away. He long had he beenunconscious. How far had the current dragged him from shore? He looked at his watch it was 1:00. A wave of not water but fearwashed over him. How far out to sea had he drifted in two hours? How long would it take before someone realized he was lost at sea? How was he going to get back? But perhaps the most frightening question was where the hell was he?
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