Morgan means “From the Sea,” and my story with respect to the sea goes very deep 🌊🌎 #WorldOceansDay • My middle name, Dirk, was given to me in honor of Dirk Fisher, son of renowned treasure hunter Mel Fisher and my father’s best friend, who tragically passed away at sea. My surfboard was custom shaped by the late Bud Gardener himself a year before I was born. Before I could even walk, my dad would push me around the pool on it and take me surfing with him. Until I was 2, I traveled around the Caribbean with my folks and Captain Sammy on my dad’s sailboat “Resolución.” When I was two, due to damage from a lightning strike it had endured weeks earlier while docked, with only my father on it, Resolución began to take on water and sank one night in the Western Caribbean; luckily my father managed to escape to Venezuela. Growing up, my dad would read bedtime stories to me such as The Five Chinese Brothers in which one brother has the ability to swallow the sea, and most notably a rustic old scroll called Howard Pyle’s Book of Pirates. I remember writing messages on yellowed pieces of paper, burning the edges for extra effect, bottling and corking them and releasing them to the sea so they could later be discovered and read by strangers in far off lands. With my mom, when we used to go to the beach as a family in the summertime, we would always hunt for fossilized shark’s teeth in the patches of shells. We got really good at it. There were even a couple years we got serious and went to Venice Beach where there are much higher quantities of shells and teeth. Once, while there, my dad and I did a scuba expedition and hunted for Megalodon teeth in the depths of the gulf, where we found some large specimens... (continued in comments)... (at Mother Ocean) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP391wNFXzE/?utm_medium=tumblr
The Art of Living ✨(ft: three Morgans and more!) #Whatsgoingon #Besttourguideawardgoesto ___ ? (at Vero Beach, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPHRc2NlGok/?utm_medium=tumblr