Free Mega #02 Baja Blood by Jake Bible

turned in the direction she was looking and his jaw dropped.
    “Is that a whale?” he asked.
    The whale moved up close to the old dock and then stopped. Forty feet of massive, blue mammal just floated there and the teens couldn’t believe their eyes. It was even more unbelievable when part of the whale’s back split and a hatch opened.
    “Hey, either of you have a cell phone I could use?” Mike asked as he took a deep breath of the fresh San Diego air. “Hey! Do you have a cell phone?”
    The girl fished around in her pocket and held out the phone.
    “Can you toss it me?” Mike asked, pulling himself all the way out of the sub. “Kinda hard for me to climb up there right now.”
    “Dude,” the boy said, leaning into the girl. “Was that pot laced with something? Because I think I’m seeing a legless guy crawling out of a fucking whale.”

 
     
     
Chapter Three- Just One Fix
     
    Chip left the white sands of the Baja Mexico coastline behind him as he raced through the Pacific Ocean swells on the rented Wave Runner. He laughed heartily, his body fueled by tequila and too much sun, as he hopped wave after wave, pushing the machine to its limits.
    Behind him on his own Wave Runner, and not having near as much fun, was his friend Luther, a young man anxious to get out of the water and back to the cabanas of Playas Rosarito so he could drink a few pina coladas and just chill.
    Luther was not a fan of the open ocean. He was also not a fan of sweating, working hard, or water on his face. Baja was not Luther’s idea.
    “Chip!” he shouted as ocean spray whipped him in the face, irritating him with every drop. “CHIP! Come on, man!”
    Chip couldn’t hear his buddy over the racing machine beneath him. He probably wouldn’t have cared even if he had. Luther was there because he had a car and he had a sister with a rockin’ bod. Oh, and the money to pay for a trip south of the border. Otherwise, Chip could do without the doughy mama’s boy.
    He hit a wave at a steep angle and soared into the air, twisting the handlebars to the side so the back end of the Wave Runner kicked out, sending a stream of water out behind him. He came down hard and didn’t quite have the coordination, or experience, to stick the landing. Chip found himself flung from the Wave Runner and into the bright blue of the Pacific.
    “Chip!” Luther yelled, gunning his Wave Runner as fast as he was comfortable with, which wasn’t very fast, and aimed towards where his friend went under. “Chip!”
    Other watercrafts and pleasure boats dotted the water all around them and several less than sober eyes were turned towards the young man with the too tight wet suit. Luther ignored the stares as he raced to the abandoned Wave Runner that bobbed along in the waves. Once there, he reached back and grabbed a towline then tossed it around Chip’s Wave Runner.
    “Chip!” Luther shouted.
    “Right here, dork,” Chip laughed as he slapped the back of Luther’s machine. “That was awesome! Did you see that?”
    “Yeah, I saw it,” Luther said, glad he didn’t have to call Chip’s parents to tell them he was dead.  “Can we go back in now? This wet suit chafes.”
    “That’s because you need to lose a few, dude,” Chip said. “I ain’t saying you’re fat, just that you need to work on your core, bra.”
    “Screw you,” Luther said, shaking his head. “I’m going back.”
    “Ah, come on, I was just fucking with you,” Chip laughed. “Chill out.”
    Chip swam over to his Wave Runner and struggled to get back up on it. Every time he tried to hook a leg onto the running board, he just slipped back into the water, too drunk to get a good grip. Luther shook his head some more and reeled in the rope so the Wave Runners bumped up against each other.
    “I’ll hold it while you get on,” Luther said. “Then we go back to the beach. I’m hot and thirsty.”
    “You know who’s hot and thirsty?” Chip said, still failing to get on.