eeek galveston. the thing about galveston is that the water is 4ft deep for like 75yds or more from the beach.
you can get waaaaaay out there and still not be over your head.
i had a giant brownish shape brush me in those murky-ass waters and ran like crazy. i panicked so hard i ran toward the beach at an angle. i could have made it in half the time probably.
i remember looking at my trunks once after galveston and seeing that they were covered in clumps of oil! galveston was pretty gross when i lived in those parts in 83. did they ever clean it up? the whole south coat from port arthur to houston smelled like dogwater back then. i was happy to move.

i just seem to attract sharks. learning to surf in san francisco can put the fear into you too. especially when you are sitting on the board watching seals bob by you knowing you are right in the middle of great white breeding territory.
my firends always tried to convince me the headless and mutilated seals we'd find on the shore were from the cargo ships coming in and out of the bay but......
some people can be confident about it but i am an admitted pansy also in this area.