Every Flip He Makes

I'm ready, says Surfing-with-Whales.

Excellent, says Gaius. 

Follow me! says the third baby skate.

He shoots off in a hurry.

Surfing-with-Whales plods into the water.

Squelch-squelch, in his flippers.

He adjusts his goggles, and shoves off.

He forgot the clipboard! says Terence.

But no, he's remembered the clipboard. 

He turns and swims back.

Gaius steps into the water, glad that he's wearing his crocs.

He hands Surfing-with-Whales the waterproof clipboard.

Thanks, says Surfing-with-Whales. But I reckon I've probably lost him.

He may double back, says Gaius.

Okay, says Surfing-with-Whales. I'll head off again.

What's happening? asks Felicia, who has followed Surfing-with-Whales from the campsite 

I was sinking, says Terence.

I heard, says Felicia. And then Surfing-with-Whales ran back for his stuff.

One of the skates agreed to lead him to a location where there are others, says Gaius.

I was going to do that, says Felicia.

You may still need to, says Gaius. The skate shot off in hurry and Surfing-with-Whales made a rather slow start.

He forgot his clipboard, says Terence.

How was he going to swim with a clipboard? asks Felicia.

Good point. How was he going to swim with a clipboard?

Surfing-with-Whales is wondering the same thing.

He has shoved the clipboard down the front of his boardshorts.

But it reduces his flexibility.

He stops swimming and readjusts the position of the clipboard.

It is now round the back.

Every flip he makes with the flippers digs the clipboard into either his spine or his bottom.

Ideally, thinks Surfing-with-Whales, I should've brought one of those clicker things...

and kept in in my pocket...

because my boardies do have a pocket...

a pocket too small for a clipboard, but a clicker thing would fit into it easily... 

and then...

every time I saw a maugean skate...

all I'd have to do...

is click it...

and that would be...

too easy...

As we can see he is losing his focus. 

And in any case, there's not much to focus on.

The third baby skate is long gone.

In a hurry to tell the other baby skates that he's getting a go on a skateboard.