Surfers thrown into existential crisis after British boy finds valuable lego octopus on beach

"I think there's something quite magical about the octopuses."

The outside world generally looks at us surfers as “best life livers.” “Oh, if I could do it all again…” landlubbing grandmas and grandpas mutter from hospice beds “…. I would have gotten on bitcoin early. And been a surfer.” But only a surfer knows the feeling. What appears as an existence of extraordinary good fortune from the outside is really wracked with torturous second guessing. Should I have paddled D Street at dawn instead of Seaside at 10:00, for example. Or should I have thrown my surfboard into a dumpster altogether and focused my otherwise meaningless days on finding valuable British beach legos instead.

But you have certainly heard of the Great English Toy Spill of ’97, have you not? It was then, almost thirty years ago, that the cargo ship Tokio Express was whacked by a freak wave off Land’s End at the very bottom of the famed pendulum and lost 62 containers into the brine.

Amongst the precious cargo were 352,000 pairs of lego flippers, 97,500 lego scuba tanks and 92,400 lego swords. Most precious of all, though, 4,200 Lego octopuses.

A thirteen-year-old named Liutauras has made it his mission to find these Danish bricks, collecting almost 800 thus far. Yesterday, though, was his greatest get.

The elusive cephalopod.

He was combing the beach near Cornwall when he stumbled up the treasure and was “very happy.” His father, Vytautas, added it was “not easy to find,” telling the BBC, “We were not expecting to find it at all because it’s very rare.”

Beachcomber Tracey Williams, part of the Lego Lost At Sea project, described the octopus as the “holy grail” of finds as she had only stumbled upon one and that was 18 years ago. “I think there’s something quite magical about the octopuses,” she said.

There is no word at time of writing what Liutauras plans to do with his treasure but surfers everywhere are, certainly, extremely curious. Also thrown into existential crisis when imagining all the hours wasted bobbing out at sea when they could have been making history on the shore instead.

A cursed life.