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BUMPER CROP
After a gruelling night we finally get to Martin’s island early the next morning. Everyone clambers for dry land and solid ground and, within minutes, the nausea is gone and all discomfort forgotten. We are victorious. The swell models are going Richter and the boys are frothing. There’s a frenzy of activity as board bags are unpacked, fins sorted and installed, boards waxed and gear loaded onto the Searay. We’re about to harvest some serious waves. The gang’s eager to the point that we forego breakfast and decide to have the tin boat deliver food later on. 22 hours at sea, puking and green, but no time for breakfast. The swell’s hitting. At least we’ve got our priorities straight…