You don't need to look at the enormous wave, so you watch their reactions instead. The graceful one swallows, then his eyes narrow as he pivots and vigorously fins the water. Another with hair the same pale color as yours freezes, his eyes becoming as large as starfishes. Yet another, the shouter, follows the graceful one's lead and fins the water, though not half so gracefully.

You follow at a distance, feeling the surging power of the wave churn toward you, lifting you. The torrent fights your movements but you are young and strong, and you thrill to the unpredictable fury, singing the ancient songs with joy. You cavort, turning in circles and leaping onto the crest. But... the two-leggers are having trouble. They strain, perched atop their boards, to keep from being sucked down into the maelstrom inside the wave. But as you watch, one board flickers then it and its rider disappear. You duck into the wave and see board and rider spinning deeper. You know from old memories that two-leggers can't survive for long under the surface. Should you help?

Choose:

a) It would amuse you to help.
b) You prefer to frolic.