The Wave

The following is a story I wrote in ten minutes during lit class to go along with the image below. Comment with your thoughts, kudos if you want the story to continue.

It was a bright, humid day on the island of Maui in Hawaii. The waves could be heard crashing against the shore from half a mile away. The international surfing championships were underway and Pablo Rivera, two-time world champion, was in the lead once again. The spectators numbered in the thousands, all lined up along the beaches and coastlines of Maui, watching the surfers intently. It was 11:03 that morning when a young Evets Manra, an Australian, stepped on the board. He was a rookie, and yet he had already broken countless surfing records back in Australia and around the world. Now, this was his chance to challenge Pablo for the title of “World’s Greatest Surfer”. This was his first chance, and it might be his last if he did not beat Pablo. The wind started to pick up as Evets paddled out to higher and higher waves. Finally, after a grueling swim, he was ready to show Pablo the “Power Down Under”. It was going well for Evets - he caught a 30ft wave his first try, and was surfing it like a pro. The judges were impressed. He continued, catching another wave just as his first one had died down. Then another, and another. The judges were ecstatic about his performance. Suddenly, on the shoreline, everyone felt the earth start to shake. It was very subtle at first, but then there was a jolt and it shook heavily for another 15 seconds. Drinks for the judges fell, and people started to panic. Evets barely felt it, so he did not notice what was going on shore. Little did he know, he was going to face a much bigger wave than he had ever imagined.