"Are we really doing this?" Sara asked, squinting at the horizon. "A wave, just one wave. It can't be that bad!" responded Dave confidently, his feet dangerously close to the edge. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled, but it could just as well have been Dave's stomach.
"Remember last time? We lost both buckets and, uh, you know, one shoe," Sara reminded him, gesturing vaguely towards the sea. "That was an unfortunate... mishap," Dave admitted, eyes betraying a hint of doubt.
They both silently gazed at the mass of frothy chaos. "So... who's holding the bucket this time?" Sara asked, breaking the silence. "Well, I uh... might have left it at the car," he confessed sheepishly.
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