A Whale's Tale

Today began as any ol' gray bearded fisherman or sea-farer would tell:

"Ominous was the fog that swallowed any poor souls that dare venture into 'er ocean's mighty grasps!"

Slowly, swell by swell, we ventured deeper into the unknown. With no visibility, we had but GPS to guide us as we gradually headed due West. Swell-by-Swell, we pushed forward. At 3 miles off, we stop to have a cup of sailor's coffee. The warmth satisfies even the most hardened of the crew. We collectively agree to head North to find the creature which we are once again after, the ever elusive Gray Whale.

The more we push forward, North-Bound, the clearer the view becomes. Therefore the throttle is pushed up and we are headed North, wake trailing behind like entrails of the Giant Squid feared by many-a sailor!

Alas! Blue Skies are spotted to the West, and now become our current waypoint! Sunshine hits us o'er head, the heat lights up the cold and drenched crew. We are on our way, one step closer!

But yay! o'er port-bow! A sharp eyed sailor points and whimpers like a Mad Dog, "Dolphins! O'er Yonder Cap'ain!"

Hundreds of dolphins swarm the bow of our mighty vessel, frolicking like puppies in the dampness. Clicks, the sounds of the sirens themselves! The over-powering thrusts of Dolphin tail slapping the surface, followed by a hard pound to the side of our esteemed vessel! A-vast! We're hit by wayward sea lions caught amidst the confusion of the fray! Our beloved Captain surveys the damage: "She still be sea-worthy! Davy Jones not be takin' this mighty ship today! A-vast, ye Scallywags!"

We circle around once more the dolphins at-play, Sun rising high into the afternoon sky. "Thar she blows!" comes a cry from behind the helm! Our Cap'ain spots a spout on the horizon!

"This be a friendly whale, ne'er have I seen such a creature this close!"

We be headin' home much richer and experienced Sailors than e'er before!