But there was a problem, the waves were crashing on the shoreline and getting a board in didn’t make sense. My brother pulled his wetsuit on and commanded me to give him the duckling. He then ran down the rocks and into the surf with the grace only gained from a lifetime below the tide line. He navigated the shore break, swam past the surf and got the duckling close to the group. I held my breath knowing if the duckling swam back towards us he would be swallowed by the waves. He circled, confused for a long breathless moment, and then he saw them. He swam to the group of duckling and they surrounded him like they had been waiting for his return the whole time.