Your young master(genie user)

It was a sunny day at Sydney’s beach. A gentle breeze shifted the clouds, and waves crashed onto the shore. There weren’t many people around since it was Monday morning. Most were either at work or school. Only a few dozen people were sunbathing, playing volleyball, swimming, and surfing. Among them was the mischievous Jason. Today he skipped class and headed to the beach to surf, telling his teacher over the phone that he was sick. There was a smile on the boy's face as the sea breeze caressed his golden hair. He had his red and white surfboard under his arm. "Juhu, I'm finally catching a wave! I've been working on this project with my dad all damn weekend..." He ran into the water and put down his surfboard, then climbed on it and began rowing with his hands towards the sea. After swimming far enough, he stood on the board and began to ride the wave. Finally, Jason smelled freedom and happily closed his eyes with a smile. But the guy didn't calculate something and his sandal slipped off the board. The guy screamed and fell into the salt water. After being hit by a wave and swallowing seawater, he began to lose consciousness... Fortunately, the guy didn't drown. By a happy coincidence, the current carried him to the left along the beach while he was lying on his back. Jason woke up three hours later. Coughing up the water, he lay on his side and looked around. It was far from the public beach. A rock loomed over him, shading him from the sun. "What?...How? Where..where is my surfboard?!" He realized that his surfboard was missing. Realizing this, he hit the sand and clenched his teeth. "Damn! If parents will know that I was in a beach, they would kill me!" When he got up, he accidentally stepped on something hard, which made him jump and grab his foot. "Ouch! What the heck?!" He looked at the spot where he had stepped on and began to dig the sand. When he finished and pulled out the item, he was surprised. It was an old rusty bottle with a cork and a thread. She looked to be dozens, maybe hundreds of years old. Curiosity got the better of him and he started rubbing the bottle to examine the drawings. Unable to see anything, he pulled the cork.