<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Capture-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Captain Arcturus Warick </strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em> Dude? You are a Captain? </em></span></div><hr/><br/>Private Marina also meant private beach and a little bit away from the calm waters of the marina a private cove attracted the children of the rich who were able to keep their boats and yachts docked at the Marina. For the past hour an older looking guy was schooling the kids and teaching them how not only to drop into a wave but also ride and outrun any pipes that formed.<br/><br/>Arcturus grinned ear to ear when he stood in the line up to wait for his next wave while those around him asked him who he was. He told him he was just a captain, most of the younger kids would not even recognize his name if he gave it so he didn't. Some of them had stories of surfing the islands and California but Warick only complemented them even if he had surfed nearly every notable spot in the world in his lifetime.<br/><br/>Back on the ship, his crew might have guessed he was surfing since he was not on board. The captain was notorious for getting away, it was not like they would be going anywhere without him! He was not even aware their was a dinner being hosted back at the yacht, it was not his fault they planned it around high tide!