And that's why you don't just dive head first into the water. Those poor kids. My dad once fucked up his hip jumping out of the boat into 2 ft of water because he didn't check first.
That said I would love to have the key for the gate where that statey is parked. It's a path out to a huge sand bowl out on the beach. I remember a few quads, three wheelers and dirt bikes in it when I was younger and the old man still had a boat. Old man said back in his younger days it was quiet a hang out spot for any body with a 4wd.
"I've got a message in a bottle, written in gas and oil, signed with a rag and a match"