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men were seen in the distance, but his sister was already on her way.
“One left. In the galley. Couldn’t get him,” the crewman panted. Sam’s heart sank. There was nothing she could do. The boat was already down past the man’s survival threshold.
“I’m so sorry. We need to get out of here, hold these dorsals,” she said gently, urging the two dolphins to swim fast to get away from the canyon.
A loud rumble was heard and Sam raced to escape the whirlpool forming from the explosion. A blue came to her rescue, raising her high on its gigantic back and easily pushing away. Rain started to fall heavily with zero visibility. It was impossible to get a helo to haul up the 85 men.
“Let’s net the boats together and try to bring them to shore,” Michael suggested, watching the little rafts rising and dropping on the high peaks. Nodding, Sam helped him with the task, telling each of the crew to stay low and hold on. Sam looked at her brother; he was fighting to keep his mask on. It was too dangerous for him to be on the surface.
“Mike, get in a boat. I’ll go below and direct.”
“No, I—”
“Just do it, damn it! Shit, it’s too turbulent.” She glared at him as he shook his head. She grabbed his throat with her nails, “Just fucking do it, you stubborn mother fucking shit for brains!” she shouted in his face.
Michael shocked at her words, hesitated before climbing into a raft and tossing out the draw line. A black and white figure raced beside her. Finally! She instructed Ton to beach each raft for her where the sodden seamen were deposited in waiting ambulances. Ton returned to the water, greeting his calf and imaged concern about her health.
“I’m okay. I just missed having you with me. I need you out here. We need to find a way to stop these ships from being blown up, boy. This was way too close. If it weren’t for the pod, I wouldn’t have known. Please, can you help me?”
Ton imaged a giant eel biting the hulls of a boat. She thought about it for a minute, and then imaged back to him a submarine. He confirmed. He would help her find it if it kept his calf from being caught in a net or getting her tail flukes bitten. She hugged him again, and then headed with him towards home. She wasn’t quite ready to face Michael regarding how terribly she’d spoken to him.
She transmitted her coordinates to dispatch and swam beneath the stormy surface with Ton, taking a moment to enjoy the turbulence of the waves. He liked the squall, surfacing playfully and rolling under the pelting rain. Sam rested with him before beaching herself on the sandy shoreline a mile from her house. It was rough getting out of the surf with the strong waves knocking her down and forcing her to crawl out on her hands and knees.
She collapsed on the sand. “That was a tough one,” she muttered, closing her eyes to the rain as she caught her breath. Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet and began to walk home.
Standing under the sunroof over the deck, she mopped herself off, watching as the storm took over the ocean. Monotone black and grey were the only colors seen. The downpour was violent; the waves crashed high over the dock, threatening to spill the Grunion despite its solid anchoring. Sam stood silently, watching, hypnotized by the beautiful danger of nature. She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her and jumped at the hand on her right shoulder.
“You did well today, sis. Thanks,” Michael said, standing next to her to watch the storm.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. You were right; I wouldn’t have been able to stay down. Thanks for getting in my face.”
“Then you’re not mad at me?”
“No, hon, not at all. This was my fault.”
“Ton said it’s a submarine planting bombs on the ship hulls,” Sam said quietly. “He offered to help us find it.”
“It must be a day for miracles. What matters is that everyone is all right.”
“No, we lost one man. He was in the galley and when I
“One left. In the galley. Couldn’t get him,” the crewman panted. Sam’s heart sank. There was nothing she could do. The boat was already down past the man’s survival threshold.
“I’m so sorry. We need to get out of here, hold these dorsals,” she said gently, urging the two dolphins to swim fast to get away from the canyon.
A loud rumble was heard and Sam raced to escape the whirlpool forming from the explosion. A blue came to her rescue, raising her high on its gigantic back and easily pushing away. Rain started to fall heavily with zero visibility. It was impossible to get a helo to haul up the 85 men.
“Let’s net the boats together and try to bring them to shore,” Michael suggested, watching the little rafts rising and dropping on the high peaks. Nodding, Sam helped him with the task, telling each of the crew to stay low and hold on. Sam looked at her brother; he was fighting to keep his mask on. It was too dangerous for him to be on the surface.
“Mike, get in a boat. I’ll go below and direct.”
“No, I—”
“Just do it, damn it! Shit, it’s too turbulent.” She glared at him as he shook his head. She grabbed his throat with her nails, “Just fucking do it, you stubborn mother fucking shit for brains!” she shouted in his face.
Michael shocked at her words, hesitated before climbing into a raft and tossing out the draw line. A black and white figure raced beside her. Finally! She instructed Ton to beach each raft for her where the sodden seamen were deposited in waiting ambulances. Ton returned to the water, greeting his calf and imaged concern about her health.
“I’m okay. I just missed having you with me. I need you out here. We need to find a way to stop these ships from being blown up, boy. This was way too close. If it weren’t for the pod, I wouldn’t have known. Please, can you help me?”
Ton imaged a giant eel biting the hulls of a boat. She thought about it for a minute, and then imaged back to him a submarine. He confirmed. He would help her find it if it kept his calf from being caught in a net or getting her tail flukes bitten. She hugged him again, and then headed with him towards home. She wasn’t quite ready to face Michael regarding how terribly she’d spoken to him.
She transmitted her coordinates to dispatch and swam beneath the stormy surface with Ton, taking a moment to enjoy the turbulence of the waves. He liked the squall, surfacing playfully and rolling under the pelting rain. Sam rested with him before beaching herself on the sandy shoreline a mile from her house. It was rough getting out of the surf with the strong waves knocking her down and forcing her to crawl out on her hands and knees.
She collapsed on the sand. “That was a tough one,” she muttered, closing her eyes to the rain as she caught her breath. Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet and began to walk home.
Standing under the sunroof over the deck, she mopped herself off, watching as the storm took over the ocean. Monotone black and grey were the only colors seen. The downpour was violent; the waves crashed high over the dock, threatening to spill the Grunion despite its solid anchoring. Sam stood silently, watching, hypnotized by the beautiful danger of nature. She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her and jumped at the hand on her right shoulder.
“You did well today, sis. Thanks,” Michael said, standing next to her to watch the storm.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. You were right; I wouldn’t have been able to stay down. Thanks for getting in my face.”
“Then you’re not mad at me?”
“No, hon, not at all. This was my fault.”
“Ton said it’s a submarine planting bombs on the ship hulls,” Sam said quietly. “He offered to help us find it.”
“It must be a day for miracles. What matters is that everyone is all right.”
“No, we lost one man. He was in the galley and when I
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