The ocean, the heat, young surfers, sports and light-heartedness, great company, him and her, mutual interest... What could go wrong? He is so confident in himself and in the fact that he is skillfully riding the waves on his journey, controlling everything around him, that he does not notice how he finds himself alone with her in unfamiliar labyrinths, and that instead of control, it is an illusion. Will he be able to cope with the raging ocean if its dark waters are her very essence?