Watch: For Whom The Atolls, Starring Griff Colapinto, Seth Moniz, and Ethan Ewing
Martin Daly and The Indies Trader send Billabong's new trilogy on the adventure of their lives!
Stab is excited to share our new full-length film with Billabong, For Whom The Atolls, starring Ethan Ewing, Griffin Colapinto, and Seth Moniz, on the trip of their lives aboard one of fabled surf explorer Martin Daly's Indies Trader, somewhere deep in the Pacific.
The film will be released for free sometime this year, but under the circumstances, and as proud of the film as we are, we wanted to take the chance to do some good with the project. Fifty percent of all sales from For Whom The Atolls over the next three weeks will benefit World Central Kitchen.
While we ripped the title from Hemingway's most celebrated anti-war novel, and pulled the film's opening line from its John Donne epigraph, we're enthralled to help World Central Kitchen realize Hemingway's old pal John Steinbeck's words, which serve as World Central Kitchen's mantra: "Wherever there’s a fight so hungry people may eat, we will be there."
“This film is a special bookmark in time for Griff, Seth and Ethan, who thought they were just going on a trip to warm up for the 2020 WCT season,” says Billabong's Evan Slater, who offered up the title and was instrumental in producing the film.
“In many ways, this was the last great surf trip of the Pre-Covid world, so it’s only appropriate that proceeds from this project will support World Central Kitchen, an organization doing heroic work to feed those severely affected by this crisis.”
For Whom The Atolls will be available for purchase until May 25th, and will come with a download of the film. After May 25th the film will disappear indefinitely and be released for free later this year.
Thank you for supporting independent surf media, and for helping us feed those in need during this difficult time.
Seth Moniz contemplating oblivion.
Afternoons were spent swaying in the breeze between trees, and leaving footprints on virgin white sand.
Seth Moniz in the fabled Majuro airfield bar.
Ethan Ewing is one of the most cunning and quick-moving surfers you'll ever see, which results in some really impressive positioning at waves like this flaring right reef.
No man is an island.
You've heard that line before, right? Hemingway kicked off his magnum opus with the old line.
Well, you never met The Captain, and neither had Seth Moniz, Griffin Colapinto, and Ethan Ewing.
Let us explain.
In 2006 Taylor Steele spent the year following Billabong’s world tour juggernauts, Taj Burrow, Joel Parkinson, and Andy Irons, and the resulting film, Trilogy became an instant classic.
In January, during the very early days of the Coronavirus pandemic internationally, we were talking with Parko and the Bong crew about taking their new Trilogy, Hawaiian royalty and 2019 rookie of the Year, Seth Moniz; stylish, powerful Australian prodigy Ethan Ewing, and San Clemente’s youngest World Title hope, Griffin Colapinto on a trip to Micronesia.
Of course, all the best-laid plans... Micronesia was one of the first areas to shutter during the pandemic, meaning we'd need a Plan-B. Then, Parko told the boys he had to bail for some Australian DJ’s wedding in Bali.
That's when we got the call from The Captain. The Indiana Jones of surf exploration, Captain Martin Daly.
Over the last fifty years, The Captain’s discovered or scored more world-class waves than anyone on the planet.
A salvage diver and shipwreck obsessive, The Captain arrived in Indo for surfing’s so-called Morning of the Earth—Bali, Padang, G-Land, and Desert Point in the late-’70s and early-’80s.
He laid eyes on Macaroni’s, Lance’s, and basically all of the Mentawaiis in the late-‘80s, early 90s.
To fund his expeditions, The Captain dove shipwrecks for treasure, massive salvage scores, gold bullion bricks, fine china, full pirate shit. Seven-figure Christie’s auctions.
He even, allegedly, found the dustcover from fuckin Amelia Airhart’s plane.
As for his track record delivering the world’s best surfers to the world’s best waves, ask every big swinging dick in the surf world over the last forty years, they’ll tell ya. No one’s collected more scalps than the Captain.
Hell, he probably dropped anchor the morning of some of the best sessions of their lives.
After a decade circumnavigating the globe during the mid-90s and early-2000s, discovering waves on the famous Crossing project, ten years ago the Captain returned to Indonesia. He set out on one of his beloved Indies vessels, looking for the next lonely, deserted Atoll as far away from the noise as he could get.
Looking around Bali, Sumatra, and his beloved Mentawaiis just a few decades after he first motored through, you can imagine his horror at what he saw. Crowds. Ex-Pat Exploitation. Clueless tourists. Surf camps where there was once only empty jungle. Dead reefs. Plastic and trash everywhere.
He set out on one of his beloved Indies vessels, looking for the next lonely, deserted Atoll as far away from the noise as he could get.
We’d heard rumors of the riches he’d found, and what he’d built. Empty, draining barrels reeling over thriving coral reefs, some of the best fishing you could imagine, and a private paradise for only him and a select few lucky to get an invite.
The Captain: the man who made himself an island.
Where were we heading? Deep into the Pacific’s so-called Proving Grounds, where for more than a decade after Hiroshima the US tested every conceivable variety of nuclear bomb, one 1100-time bigger than the one the US dropped on Japan.
Ironic ain’t it, probably the last place on earth surfer’s haven’t blown out is a string of islands the US thoroughly blew up, waves American bomber pilots saw sixty years ago, beneath the shadow of a mushroom cloud.
So yeah, when we got the Captain’s call, we answered.
For whom the atolls? The atoll’s for three.
Scroll south for a look at the trip
What we talk about when we talk about deserted islands.
Griffin Colapinto on one of the 900 waves the boys surfed during their trip, without another surfer within 500 clicks.
The boys didn't seem to be able to wrap their heads around the whole "no one else around" concept until probably the second day of dreamy rippable reef pass sessions without seeing another human. Here's the post-work commute back to Beran Island.