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It continues until the tide gets too low and the reef goes dry. There’s a mountain of broken gear on deck and it’s streaked with blood. We’ve put a serious dent in the first aid kit. Zach has managed to slice the end of his toe off but has somehow glued it back on. There’s no hurry now and, as we follow the outside of the reef back to Beran, the air is heavy with salt and light with euphoria while the night starts to surround us. Despite the carnage everyone is smiling, exhausted and ready for tomorrow, which brings more of the same. The swell backs off a bit. It gets cleaner. The sea monsters are less frequent. But it’s still pumping and the squadron of hellmen still charging.