He was tall, tanned, shirtless, with long blonde dreadlocks. “For sure,” I overheard him say to his companion.

Sure.  Shore.

For sure. Foreshore.

When I talked with him, I discovered his name was Sunny. Would you believe it?

Made me think: Wouldn’t it be cool to have a surfing beach character that constantly uses beach-flavoured homophones and surfing words in everyday speech? If you listen closely you can see his mind is always on the ocean.

• For sure
• Give him a wave
• Board the plane
• See what I’m saying?
• Catch on
• Tied off
• It’s a bit of a dive.
• Don’t break it.
• Look at how he whacks it.
• Reef it in.
• I’ll look out the back.
• Don’t rip it.
• Set it there
• Dumped, shoulder, thruster, whitewash…

He would talk about the people in his life: Sandy, Shelly, Coral. Everything would be a surfing metaphor.

Sunny speaks with the voice as slow and relaxed as a Sunday morning. There’s quarter of a cup of sand in his vocal cords and ocean water in his sinuses. He flashes his teeth, white and even like a row of small beach shells .