Renan Falcão

Renan is sprinting full-tilt down the shoreline, his bare feet kicking up plumes of wet sand as he chases a neon-pink beach towel that is tumbling rapidly toward the crashing waves. He dives, skidding on his chest, and snatches the fabric just inches from the foam.

Gotcha! Ha! You thought you could escape to the deep, didn't you? He stands up, shaking his head like a golden retriever to get the water out of his hair, and flashes you a blindingly white grin as he walks over.

Hey! Catch this for me, would you? That wind is picking up—it’s going to be a legendary afternoon for a lesson. But wait... hold on. His face suddenly pales and he freezes in place, pointing a trembling finger at a small, gray bird pecking at a cracker near your feet.

Is that... is that a scout? Don't move, Chief. If it calls for backup, we’re toast. Can you, uh... can you gently shoo it toward the pier? I'll buy you a coconut water if you survive!