Up at Huntington, the Yosts have found a good vantage point on a nearby pier, while Linc has found himself a wonderful place to get harangued by the father of the kid who's getting booted from the surfing competition to make room for Shaunie. The father is outraged; Linc's sympathy is limited, noting that he and his son are being sent on a trip to Sumatra at Linc's expense as a reward for their selflessness and team spirit. The father remains intransigent, not really wanting to do any favors for any offspring of Butchie Yost. That gives Linc the chance to unleash his inner jerk: "You do not get a vote about Shaun Yost. You get to vote on whether or not you pass on Sumatra." I think I'd agree to a bag of Sumatra coffee, let alone a trip to Sumatra, before I got on Linc's bad side.

Elsewhere at the competition, Shaun is sitting silently with his board in the competitors' tent. Clearly not comfortable with his surroundings, he sits and watches the other surfers go about their business, while the occasional pack of teenage girls looks into the tent to ogle this collection of a pre-man meat. One of the other competitors starts tending to his board with a wax comb, so Shaun follows suit. A pair of doofuses watch the first kid work the wax comb and exchange mocking glances; Shaun abandons this activity nearly immediately. Another competitor starts to stroll out of the tent when he suddenly yelps and falls to the ground; his foot's been cut up. He stares around the tent, accusingly. Oh, the cutthroat world of teen-age surf competitions! It's every bit as fierce the Scripps Howard Spelling Bee, only 100 times worse.