Off the Peir

I got up nice and early this morning. Mobbed on my pre packed motorized bicycle to summer point, the wind and swell and tide was tearing up the beds. Figured Id skip an intense dive swimming against the current. Called up the homies and met up on Goleta peir. Drinkin some brews, no macs striking. We catch 10 tiny baby spider crabs with Jason's crab net.

I decide to take a dip. Jumping in I got cold to the head. Dove with my pole but nothing worthy seen. After loading some mussels on the hooks we go below and climb the crossbeams. At the very end of the peir gibson requests his camera.

I toss it down to him, it goes right on past into the pacific. Quickly I dive after the treasure, locating it shining nice and bright red from the Monterey Shale sea floor. Guarding Gibsons camera was a laviathan...

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