Everyone was very pleased with their new surroundings and spent most of their free time on the shores. As the older adults looked on, the young men and women rode the waves and taught the children the thrill of "the ride". Each afternoon, as soon as chores and schoolwork were complete, they were on the beach riding the waves or in the shop fine tuning their boards.

After every storm they were out there trying to be the first to catch a wave. The citizens that were there before them became very curious of this new sport from Hawaii. They began to come out and watch as these people went out into the surf and rode back high atop a wave.

One day, one of the better surfers came up with the idea that all the surfers should try their talents in a contest. This became a monthly tradition. Every month the contest would be at a different beach so that everyone could have a chance to compete. These contests were not very competative. Instead they were meant to teach each other how they could surf better.

When the surfing had become a local sport due to these monthly contests, the men found that it kept getting harder and harder to one up those in the lineup. One very wise surfer was thinking how he could make the board more fun. he just didn't know how until he messed up a board that he was making for himself. In those days the boards were 10 to 15 feet long, but this guy accidentaly cut off four feet. not wanting to waste the board he tried everything to create a new, ridable board style.

When he finished the board he took it out during the next compitition. Many of te men began to laugh at a board only six feet long, but when he took to a wave he started ripping it. soon all the men began using the shorter board style and would forget that long boards had style.

The native people of Florida soon realized that riding a surfboard is something more than mere placid sliding down a hill. In truth, one is caught up and hurled shoreward as by some Titan's hand. Where but the moment before was only the wide desolation and invincible roar, is now a native Floridian, erect, full-statured, not-struggling frantically in that wild movement, not buried and crushed and buffetted by those mighty monsters, but standing above them all. Competitions soon were held on the beach to determined which among the natives were the best at interacting in the natural medium known a wave.

The competitions were followed by great feast on the beach to the light of the tiki torch. Huge bond fires would roast the losers. The winner would eat the losers to digest there soul, or mana, therefore getting some of the style and grace from the loser.

The greatest of the surfers was the great grandson of the Pirate who brought the ancient art of surf riding to Florida. Nui Nui Cook. Nui Nui did not like the taste of man since he did not like the taste of chicken and as many great historians have said, man tastes of chicken. This allowed the sport to flourish since many good surfers were being eaten under the old way.