"So I just need to find someone that is, don't you fret about it, shortstack."

Magne stands again, hands on her hips as she looks at some of the others as they start to head back toward their homes for the day, some intending to sleep off the last wave and others wanting a well-earned drink.

"Sometimes people get tired of takin' the licks," she replies quietly, "they can't really be blamed for that. I think they've been takin' 'em for longer than we have any real inkling of.