Shame isn't a quiet grey cloud, shame is a drowning man who claws his way on top of you, scratching and tearing your skin, pushing you under the surface. Carly might be living but it's not much of a life, working the late shifts in a kitchen in Manly, renting alone and trying to get by without being noticed. The only time she feels alive is when she's on the ocean, when life is only about the swell of the sea and your feet on the board. Out on the waves she can forget about everything - forget her own dark secret - and enjoy the moment. But Carly can't surf forever.