Passengers:
Mark "D/Wayne" Simpson, Sam "Lamont" Lovell, Mark "Willis" Webber, Peter ""Denzal" Searson, Ryan "Wilt" Sirriani, Kelvin "Tyronne" Meechan, Seth "Derrias" Mckinnay, Shane "Karl" Baum.
When 8 OC good 'ol boys that used to play a hellva lot of basketball, turned up for a surf charter, we were not quite sure how to take them. Then it was revealed that Karl was actually the Illinois State wrestling champion and Derrias had an affinity with Jujitsu and the guys were more intent on matching them on the foredeck of the Barrenjoey than seeking quality toobs.
"Toobs!" exclaimed Wilt. "I'll sink a few of them". The fake palm trees were blown up and planted in the Lizard Lounge, and Smoo the Orca was tied and trussed to the Mizzen Mast as they sailed of into the setting sun.
It was Lamont the milkman and D/Wayne the postman that stole the ripping department of the trip. These blokes were extremely good surfers and reveled in anything than was on offer. Denzal found his footing as the voyage progressed and actually thought he had found heaven at one nameless right after a 4 hour session. Tyrone was quite content on the perfect little lefts with his "china plate", Willis; who hexed himself by bagging the Captain and Teneal's favourite wave. Derrias and Karl went at it hammer and thong while Ryan kept sinking more toobs watching them circle each other like a couple of colosseum gladiators around and around the boardrack.
But it was Smoo, the Orca that stole the show by burning D/Wayne on a little ripper and dead set laughed his way down the line whilst D/Wayne turned into a defenceless seal pup as he rolled across the reef in a hapless fashion statement.
No-one had a "dad and dave" for the entire time except for yours truly who had his skunk streaked buzzed by Tyronne. Thanks mates. A laugh a bloody minute.
Captain Dufonte Labronne