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Bond sent an email to his class to meet him down at the causeway and to dress warmly. Once they were all there, he took them through a portal. Upon exiting, they'd find themselves on a beach on the verge of sunrise. It was also a fairly cold beach, hence the suggestion to dress warmly.

"Good afternoon, or morning rather," Bond said, leading them to a set of surfboards and wetsuits. "For our final class, I thought we could try some unfamiliar waters, so welcome to Bells Beach, a fairly renowned Australian surf beach." Which would explain the cold, darn axial tilt.

He went on to explain some surfing technique before clapping his hands together. "So let's get changed. It'll feel much less cold once you're in the water."

[Class Roster]

Today Bond had his class meet him down at the docks, where he was waiting at the end of the furthest out jetty. Once they were in the water, Bond began.

"Now today's exercise is inspired by a ceremony certain Orthodox Christian Churches hold during Epiphany called the Great Blessing of the Waters, which involves amongst other things, a cross being tossed into the waters and the young men all swimming to retrieve it, with the one who does so gaining blessings for himself and his family. Now I'm not religious, and as far as I know none of you are either, so rather rather than a cross you'll be retrieving this." Because a neon orange fibreglass stick was much less sacrilegious. "And instead of blessings, I'll pay off the winner's tab at Caritas."

That wasn't a particularly appropriate prize, but Bond was sure it'd provide enough motivation.

[Class Roster]

Today there was a tent waiting on the beach. Inside the tent, was a projector. No chairs though, just beach towels.

"When engaging in various types of beach activities," Bond began. "It can be important to consider various beach cultures, as depending no your location, those local to the area may act in a hostile manner to those they consider outsiders. So today we'll be watching a film examining one particular form of beach sub-culture."

[Class Roster]

Bond had sent an email to his students to meet him down at Serenity Cove, and to dress appropriately. He didn't specify for what, since he did want to see if they had that much their wits about them.

"Good afternoon," he said once they'd arrived. "And welcome to class. I'd say we've got a small enough class that even if we don't already know each other's names we can figure it out easily enough, so we can dispense with the traditional introduction spiel, but I would like you to tell me how good a swimmer you are, your awareness of water safety, that kind of thing, since we're going to be working out here instead of the Danger Shop and it would be unfortunate if I ended the term with less students than I started with."

"But with that out of the way, we're going to be easing into things by getting used to the differences in terrain here to other places you might have exercises, and the best way to that is with laps." Try not to look so pleased about that, Bond. "So we'll be going from one end of the cove to the other and back, moving along the shore or the shallows as we go, until we've covered a reasonable cross-section of the beach."

He paused a moment. "Do try to avoid the jalapenos."

[Class Roster]