Chapter 3: Feral Obsession
"I’m used to rickety old boats and sleeping in tents," Timmy Turner says the other day over the phone. You have to excuse Timmy, he’s not a man accustomed to the ultra-modern boat charter operations going on these days in Indo. Rather, he is a man whose comfort levels peak in the bellies of dugout canoes and mosquito-infested swamps, over skin lashing reefs and home-killed meals.
Dean Brady is no stranger to roughing it either. He’s done his fair share of feral disengagement. Like Timmy, he’s made a career of it. Professional Free Surfer – uppercase letters intended. The deeper into the jungle, the keener Brady is.
And then there’s Bruno - a rather enigmatic Brazilian surfer very unlike a Brazilian surfer. He doesn’t care much for contests, unless they’re held in waves of consequence. Then if so, he enters them and simply wins them. Bruno is quiet and unassuming: the typical character traits of a man crazy enough to reach peak levels of comfort in life-threatening surf.
Young Dillon Perillo is the least "feral" of this crew… or was, that is. His seemingly infinite position on this Tip 2 Tip mission is turning him into such a figure. He hauls in enormous fish from the sea with the lusting roar of a maddened and hungry seaman. He is grizzled and doesn’t mind swilling beer heated to equatorial temperatures. His hide is beyond tan; he looks like this place.
Indeed, all four of these guys are reflections of the first lonely souls that pioneered Indonesia’s bountiful saltwater harvest back many decades ago. But these boys aren’t immune to modernity either:
"That boat was amazing," Timmy finally says as he comes to grips with Indo Searching the ultra-modern way. "I loved it."