The man sat there in his own circle of awkward silence. I stared at him which made him tense up and become even more uncomfortable. Sarah cleared her throat so I looked at her.

"I hope you know I'm still mad at you." I told her. She gave me a sad look and slid herself next to me.

"And you have every right to be but this isn't about me now..."

"Oh it isn't, I didn't just swim Ash and myself on a one person surfboard to rescue myself now did I?" I said angrily. She rolled her eyes.

"Stop acting so tough, we both know beneath the tough guy exterior you're a pillow." I stood up feeling hurt.

"I am not a pillow, I can be tough...you've seen me surf." Ash grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me back down to the ground.

"Sit down dude." He said to me. The man cleared his throat again which made me think that there was some secret throat clearing language I didn't know about.

"I've seen you surf...it's armature stuff but you are good. But you could be great." I turned to Sarah and rudely, I have to admit, jabbed my thumb over my back at the dude.

"Who's he?" She looked from him to me which made Ash stick his head in and wonder why he was left out. So Ash copied the same rude gesture and comment.

"I'm-" the man started.

"He's my dad."