Saint Sebastian Goes Surfing

Sweezus and Arthur limp up the beach, bleeding.

Ai! Come and sit on my towel says Ying. You guys must be mental.

Nah, says Sweezus. It was better that time.

Magic Seaweed said to watch out for the locals, says Ying. They don't like foreigners moving in on their waves

Yeah, but Arthur fixed it, says Sweezus. Now they don't hate me. Or him.

What did you say to them, Arthur? asks Ying.

We're making a movie, says Arthur.

Yeah how cool is that? says Sweezus. A movie.

Where's the camera? asks Ying.

Your phone, says Sweezus. It's one of those low budget movies shot on an iphone.

Brilliant, says Ying. And they bought it? What's the movie about?

A modern day Saint Sebastian, says Arthur.

And his buddy, says Sweezus. They go surfing at La Izquierda, and Saint Sebastian gets shot full of arrows.

Not arrows, says Arthur. Sea urchin spines.

Yeah that's kind of more realistic, says Sweezus.

Should I start filming? asks Ying. Because here come your fans.

She's right. Half a dozen La Izquierda locals have followed Saint Sebastian and his buddy all the way up the beach to Ying's towel.

Lie down, says Ying. Try and look injured.

I am fucking injured, says Sweezus.

........

Meanwhile Gaius, Kong, Daniel O'Connell and Baby Pierre chug out of Santa Cruz on the ferry.

And Terence is on the quay crying.

This is what happened.

He only had thirty seconds to make up his mind.

He ran to the ticket office (which took five seconds)

He waited in line (for ten seconds)

He asked if there was a ferry to Parque Loro (two seconds)

And the ticket officer laughed ha ha ha (rudely, for three seconds!)

...and replied: No, you must catch a BUS to Parque Loro. Bus 103 is the fastest (four seconds)

What does that add up to already?

Twenty four seconds.

But then Terence has run back to the quay and tripped over (five seconds)

And had to get up again (two)

Toot toot! Too late! The ferry has departed.

Kong waves from the ferry. The MAJA box is open, so that Daniel O'Connell can see.

A spicy oriental scent wafts back on the wind.

And Terence is crying and smelling the smell of the scent and the ferry.

Nina pats his cement curly head.

Looks like you'll be coming with us, says Nina.

Yay! says Feebee.