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school of dolphins I’ve ever seen,” Hank said. He removed the binoculars from his face to stare out at the sea. “Probably five miles out?”
The first wave of birds was much closer. They could hear their frantic cries. Kyle felt a primal sense of dread settle in his belly. He looked at the others, who seemed more awed by this freak of mother nature than afraid of it. “Um, guys, I don’t think this is a good thing. In fact, I’m getting a bad feeling about this.”
“You get a bad feeling about everything, Kyle,” Melody protested. She snatched the binoculars out of his hands and looked through them. A moment later she gasped in surprise. “Wow! Will you look at that? Jesus!”
Hank still had his binoculars glued to his face. “That’s some shit, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Melody agreed.
“What is it?” Carrie asked. “Let me see!” Melody handed the binoculars over to Carrie, who took a quick look. “Oh wow!” she said. She looked for a moment, then tore her eyes away from the lenses to look out at the ocean again.
“I’ve never seen dolphins move that fast,” Hank said in awe. He was watching the scene through his binoculars very carefully.
“How many of them are there?” Kyle asked.
Hank turned slightly to his left and began a slow scan to the right. He whistled in amazement. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said, “but that line of…that mass of dolphins…or whatever they are…it spans as far as I can see.”
The pit of dread grew heavier in Kyle’s belly. “We need to get out of here,” he said.
Hank and Carrie weren’t paying attention to him. Their gaze was frozen to what was heading their way. “It’s dolphins! ” Carrie said, her voice taking on a tinge of excitement. “I can see them! Some of them are actually leaping out of the water!”
“Dolphins do that, honey,” Melody said, standing between Kyle and Carrie, her gaze directed toward the sky at the approaching line of birds. The wild frantic cries of the gulls was more discernable now.
Kyle looked down at the water in their immediate vicinity. While the yacht was trotting along at a leisurely pace, he could see traces of movement in the ocean as fish of a variety of sizes zipped past. Could fish swim that fast? Kyle wasn’t sure, but he was astounded by the activity broiling around them. It seemed that every form of aquatic sea life was in a mad rush to escape whatever was heading their way. He heard a loud braying honk. Turning in the direction of the sound, he sighted a large black hump rising out of the water—a whale. It vanished beneath the surface again, swimming fast.
“I really think we need to get the hell out of here,” Kyle said, hating the panic in his voice.
Hank set his binoculars down. His features were grave, his blue eyes showing a hint of fear and worry. “I think you’re right, hombre.” He handed his binoculars to Melody and dashed toward the ladder that led to the upper deck. “Carrie, I need you and Melody to tighten our belongings below deck! Kyle, get those reels in now!”
Kyle didn’t have to be told twice. He reached for the rod—Hank’s fiberglass Pinnacle—and began to reel the line in. Melody and Carrie set the binoculars down and scampered back below deck. A moment later Kyle felt the motor of the yacht rev up. The nose tipped back at a slightly higher angle as the thrust of the engines propelled them forward much faster just as the birds began flying over them.
Their frantic cries were deafening, a sea of clamor that mirrored the sea they were flying over. Kyle got the first line up quickly, noting that the bait of shrimp Hank used had gone unmolested. He grabbed his own rod and began to reel that one in.
Kyle didn’t know shit about boats. He had a feeling that large ocean cruisers could go at a much faster speed than the yacht Hank was currently piloting. He was pretty sure they could reach speeds of fifty miles an hour or more—or whatever the
The first wave of birds was much closer. They could hear their frantic cries. Kyle felt a primal sense of dread settle in his belly. He looked at the others, who seemed more awed by this freak of mother nature than afraid of it. “Um, guys, I don’t think this is a good thing. In fact, I’m getting a bad feeling about this.”
“You get a bad feeling about everything, Kyle,” Melody protested. She snatched the binoculars out of his hands and looked through them. A moment later she gasped in surprise. “Wow! Will you look at that? Jesus!”
Hank still had his binoculars glued to his face. “That’s some shit, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Melody agreed.
“What is it?” Carrie asked. “Let me see!” Melody handed the binoculars over to Carrie, who took a quick look. “Oh wow!” she said. She looked for a moment, then tore her eyes away from the lenses to look out at the ocean again.
“I’ve never seen dolphins move that fast,” Hank said in awe. He was watching the scene through his binoculars very carefully.
“How many of them are there?” Kyle asked.
Hank turned slightly to his left and began a slow scan to the right. He whistled in amazement. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said, “but that line of…that mass of dolphins…or whatever they are…it spans as far as I can see.”
The pit of dread grew heavier in Kyle’s belly. “We need to get out of here,” he said.
Hank and Carrie weren’t paying attention to him. Their gaze was frozen to what was heading their way. “It’s dolphins! ” Carrie said, her voice taking on a tinge of excitement. “I can see them! Some of them are actually leaping out of the water!”
“Dolphins do that, honey,” Melody said, standing between Kyle and Carrie, her gaze directed toward the sky at the approaching line of birds. The wild frantic cries of the gulls was more discernable now.
Kyle looked down at the water in their immediate vicinity. While the yacht was trotting along at a leisurely pace, he could see traces of movement in the ocean as fish of a variety of sizes zipped past. Could fish swim that fast? Kyle wasn’t sure, but he was astounded by the activity broiling around them. It seemed that every form of aquatic sea life was in a mad rush to escape whatever was heading their way. He heard a loud braying honk. Turning in the direction of the sound, he sighted a large black hump rising out of the water—a whale. It vanished beneath the surface again, swimming fast.
“I really think we need to get the hell out of here,” Kyle said, hating the panic in his voice.
Hank set his binoculars down. His features were grave, his blue eyes showing a hint of fear and worry. “I think you’re right, hombre.” He handed his binoculars to Melody and dashed toward the ladder that led to the upper deck. “Carrie, I need you and Melody to tighten our belongings below deck! Kyle, get those reels in now!”
Kyle didn’t have to be told twice. He reached for the rod—Hank’s fiberglass Pinnacle—and began to reel the line in. Melody and Carrie set the binoculars down and scampered back below deck. A moment later Kyle felt the motor of the yacht rev up. The nose tipped back at a slightly higher angle as the thrust of the engines propelled them forward much faster just as the birds began flying over them.
Their frantic cries were deafening, a sea of clamor that mirrored the sea they were flying over. Kyle got the first line up quickly, noting that the bait of shrimp Hank used had gone unmolested. He grabbed his own rod and began to reel that one in.
Kyle didn’t know shit about boats. He had a feeling that large ocean cruisers could go at a much faster speed than the yacht Hank was currently piloting. He was pretty sure they could reach speeds of fifty miles an hour or more—or whatever the
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