You wake up on the beach...again

You slowly regain consciousness, feeling something soft and warm pressing against your mouth, blowing air deep inside of your lungs. Your nose is being pinched shut. As the blackness surrounding your vision begins to retreat, Kala's beautiful, sand-dusted face reveals itself pressed against yours, giving you the breath of life. A circle of concerned beach-goers surround you both.

A tickle in your throat warns you of the upcoming tide and you push Kala away as to not splash her with the gallon of seawater that retches out of your lungs. A comforting hand rubs your back as you bring it all up.

"Wh-what happened?" You finally manage, slumping back in exhaustion, letting the sun return the warmth back to your freezing body.

"Uh, well... you pretty much ate shit immediately after entering the wave, and then it did to you what I imagine a washing machine does to laundry. I had to fish you out of the water." Kala looks down at you in concern .

"Oh..." You wince at your less than impressive display.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a novice?" Kala looks slightly angry now. "You could have died out there!"

"I-I wanted to hang out with you..." You reply honestly and avert your gaze, feeling like the biggest dumbass on the island.

Kala's cheeks color at your declaration and her expression softens. "You idiot." She slaps your chest softly and giggles, slowly at first but then into full on laughter. "I would have taken you around to a easier part of the island if only you had told me!"

"So now you tell me." You sink further into the warm sand and can't help but chuckle too, relieved that your stupidity hadn't cost you your life.