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Wonders of the Below Part Two(Unedited but extended)
Part One: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2906641/
Part Two: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2953590
Part Three: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3115139
I was kind of sick when I wrote the last edition of part two, so I wasn't really up to finish it the way I wanted it to be. However, now that I'm feeling better, I finally added the stuff I wanted to put in there to make it a viable sequel. This'll be the middle of the story with the third part probably being the ending of the story. :D
C&C well appreciated!
_____________________________________________
The Dolphin drifted in the water quietly, their anchor weighed a good 60 meters from the Great Barrier Reef. It was a cloudy day and the weatherman predicted there would be a chance of a storm coming. There was always the chance though that it wouldn’t. Since when did the weatherman ever predict what the weather was like accurately. Dallas knew this all too well when he was back in the Florida Keys.
Even so, Lynn had been constantly prying him to come out of his cabin all day. She’s been saying the clouds have a silvered look to it, like an elegant cotton blanket dyed in the metallic color. Dallas didn’t really care though. He would only really come out once Tormod gave the word for him to get out on deck.
Twirling his knife in the air, Dallas was lost in thought. Rubbing his whiskered cheeks, he kept looking back at the supposed funeral of Clyde. He called it “supposed” because the crew really knew nothing about whether he was really dead or not. They found his discarded equipment and wetsuit in an area off limits now to any staff members or tourists anywhere. Any reasons why were kept secret from him, like everything else. None of it added up.
What if Clyde had been just strayed too far from the Dolphin and wound up getting stranded out in the reef while the Dolphin sped away back to shore? Clyde’s been known to do that before. He was a good kid, smart and athletic, very kind and passionate about his love for the sea. Unfortunately though, he was also impulsive. He would get himself in more trouble than he could chew on, and it was always Dallas who had to save his hide. Despite all the mischief he’d get into, Dallas liked Clyde anyway.
Dallas was born and raised in Amarillo, Texas. His mother and father owned one of the largest ranches in the district, and it was their dream to one day hand it over to their eldest son. For the longest time, Dallas accepted this idea as he grew up not really knowing where his life was going to take him.
When he turned 10, however, his path in life was made. One day at school, on the last week before summer break, a field trip was planned to take them over to Sea World San Antonio in the year of 1990. There he was introduced to the fascination of the sea. Up until then, he had only briefly read about marine mammals in books at the library, showing no real interest in them. But the performances of the dolphins, seals, and Orcas and their unprecedented might and yet their lithe grace in the water; that bought Dallas’s love and destiny. By the time he came back, there was no place left in his heart for rounding up cattle and tending to the ranch. All he wanted to do now was become a marine biologist.
His parents argued with him about it for years and years, even tried to push punishment and even threatened to disown him. Dallas continued his studies, though, unhindered, and when he graduated from High School with honors, he had received several scholarships for Hawai’i Pacific University. He left for the nearest plane and has since then never heard a word from or spoken to his family since. He supposed now the duty to the ranch would be left to his younger brothers. Not that he cared, anyway.
College was quite demanding for Dallas, but he worked for his master’s degree for four years, spending time with friends and relatives and their families during break. They often talked about his family and how they missed him, but he never believed it. All they wanted to do was keep him on the ranch so that they could have security and be happy with themselves. There wasn’t any room for what he wanted in life at all.
When he finally graduated from the Hawaiian Pacific University in the summer of 2002, it was the happiest moment of his life. He immediately moved back to Texas and got a job as a scuba diver for a marine research lab over at Corpus Christi for six steady years. But then Hurricane Ike hit the city, and his entire team was forced to evacuate. When they heard new of their lab, they found that it was destroyed. There were plans to rebuild it, but the team Dallas had worked with for so long had separated and were relocating to other labs. Good byes were made, and Dallas was by himself again.
His depression wouldn’t last very long, of course. Not wanting to go back to where he used to be in Amarillo, Dallas flew over to Florida where he eventually landed a job as a scuba diver on an institute in the Florida Keys. It was there where he met Lynn, another scuba diver working at the Florida Keys. They met one day on the beach, fancying each other’s seashell collections. Then followed dating, going out to Disneyland (Dallas always fancied going there one day), and a few other parks, particularly Sea World Orlando. It was the greatest moments in Dallas’s life.
On St. Patrick’s Day, which was Lynn’s favorite holiday, she took him to a cafe where she knew a close friend. There, they got to know each other. Dallas shared his life’s story and he got to hear Lynn’s. She was born in Dublin, Ireland, where she started her young career working at her father’s pub as a waitress. Dallas always had a chuckle about that, but he stayed modest about it for Lynn’s sake. If anyone but touched Lynn, though, her father would personally beat them senseless, throw them out of the bar, and then his friends would beat them senseless. It was good pay and it let her get some things she hadn’t had before, but she eventually got tired of the same routine.
When she wasn’t working, she’d often leave for the northern shores and gaze out into the sea. She had always had a fascination of the sea since she was little, and eventually, she started a plan. She started saving a little money every day working at the pub until finally she had enough money to pay for tuition for the University of Dublin. There she got her master’s degree in marine biology and had been working at the Florida Key labs for two or three years. “They’ve been splendid times,” she said, though she still found a lot of things about Americans really strange.
Lynn and Dallas kept getting closer over the months, and Dallas decided in November of 2008 to marry Lynn. Lynn was overjoyed, but she was also torn by the proposition of a job offer down in Australia. Sea World had finally looked over her application and wanted her to work for them over there. To Dallas, that was like a dream come true. He worked with a plan for them to both move over into Australia, where Dallas eventually became a scuba diver for Sea World as well.
It was there that he was assigned Clyde as his diving buddy. In the two months he’d worked with Clyde, he’d come to like him. Though Clyde was impulsive, Dallas could put up with his occasional spontaneous behavior. But then in January, he came down with the flu. He was worried for a while it may have been the swine flu, but a doctor assured him it wasn’t. He stayed at home for a few days, with Lynn working at Sea World alone. It was when he came back, fresh and healthy, when he found out about the supposed death of Clyde.
It was from Tormod that he had heard about the supposed death of Clyde. Tormod was always so domineering and fearful, often assuming the worst of things. Dallas quickly learned to dislike the man. He would’ve continued to work with the flu but Tormod wouldn’t allow it. As nice as it was for him to be concerned for the health of everyone, he should never have left Clyde to go out alone. You’re always supposed to travel in pairs when scuba diving.
Dallas was never completely convinced about the proclaimed death of Clyde. He was convinced that he was out there still, somewhere on the ocean, probably suffering from dehydration or he may have gotten himself on a small island. There’s no telling what happened to him. And knowing Tormod, he didn’t look hard enough. Whether Clyde is alive or dead, he just had to be sure. It’s why he convinced Tormod to take him out this far to the Great Barrier Reef where Clyde was said to have been collecting coral samples.
Lynn was going to be his diving partner on this private investigation.
Dallas threw the knife down and checked the time. It was almost noon. They had until four o clock to find any possible answers of what really happened to Clyde and then turn back. He was only able to buy them so much time with the staff. He moved to get up when he got a knock on his cabin door. Brushing his short black hair, he answered with light southern accent. “Who is it?”
“It’s Lynn, dearee. Tormod says it’s time.”
“I’ll be on my way out. I’ve just got to find my wetsuit.”
“You mean you’re not even ready for this?” Her voice expressed disappointment. Lynn had every right to be. After all, this whole thing was his idea.
“I’m sorry, I just lost track of the time.” He said the last part under his breath. He couldn’t think of any other excuse. Quickly getting his clothes off, he jumped into his neon green and black wetsuit, grabbed his fins, face mask and gloves and opened to door to see Lynn waiting, all suited up except for her tank. Her short fiery hair blew in the summer wind. She just watched him with her green eyes, frowning. What else could he say? “I’m sorry,” He apologized again.
She just smiled and started climbing up. “You’re so typical.”
He caught up to her, spreading his arms across. “Oh, come on, darling. I was just thinking about him when you showed up.”
“Of course you were.” Tormod was waiting for both of them out on the docks, air tanks and regulators all set up. He didn’t look too happy with Dallas, his eyes flaring and his mouth frowning sourly. “Dun be wastin m’time ‘ere, Dallas, or next time, ah’ll jus’ leave you to the fishes, eh?”
Dallas really hated this guy. His fists kept flexing with tension. “Fine, fine. Look, I said I’m sorry already. Let’s get this over with.”
“C’mon then. We need to get the air tanks on. Hop it!”
Anything to get away from Tormod was acceptable to Dallas. Once he strapped on the air tank, with the help of his least favorite captain, he pulled his facemask over his eyes, nose and mouth, then turned on and tested it with a few commands. Lynn, who was about as ready, tested hers as well. The microphones were old and needed replacing, but they were still working. Now they’d be able to communicate with each other while in the water besides hand gestures.
“Well, if yer equipment works all fancy-like, ah suggest you git going. And dun stray too far now, eh? That’s how we lost Clyde, remember?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll stick together, won’t we, love?” Lynn said to Dallas, her air tank already pumping oxygen in the mask.
“Yeah, sure.” Dallas really was sorry for keeping them all waiting. The only reason anyone was here now was because he asked them to take time off to help him with this. Of all people, he should’ve been the one taking it seriously. So why wasn’t he? Maybe he just felt that being the leader was too much of a pain in the ass. Either way, he knew he shouldn’t be taking this so lightly.
“Let’s get going, already.” Lynn said, tugging at Dallas’s arm.
“First, the secret handshake.” He extended his arm out in position.
Lynn frowned. “Oh, Dallas. That’s so childish.”
Dallas smirked and said in that nagging voice. “Come on!” Lynn didn’t budge at first but after the fifth time, she finally caved in. They smacked each others hands then punched each other in the shoulder. It was the handshake that Dallas shared with Clyde and Lynn, though Lynn really never approved of those kinds of shakes.
Just as he dived off with Lynn, he heard Tormod mention something about some kind of danger. Sharks or some sort, he thought. Ah, well, now his attention was focused on the sea.
The sea churned around him as he shot back up to the surface, giving Tormod a thumbs up before sinking back down to the reef. He then turned in circles looking for Lynn and then clicked on his radio. “Lynn? Lynn, come in!”
“I see you, love. But be quiet?”
Dallas finally spotted her waving over at him. Swimming over to her, he saw that she was trembling. “What is it?”
“Shark.”
“Where?” She point into the blue and Dallas could see a very large shape swimming near the reefs. It had a large, girthy build with a grayish body and white underbelly. It’s souless eyes and distinct snout made it instantly recognizable to Dallas. “Lynn, it’s just a Great White. There’s nothing to be scared about them.”
Lynn refused to move an inch though. “It’s a shark, Dallas. You know how I can’t stand sharks.”
How could Dallas forget? Even at Sea World, Lynn would never work in the shark tanks. “Come on. If we keep moving, it probably won’t even see us.” Deflating his BCD, he pulled Lynn along with his arm when he spotted something shining at the bottom. “What’s that?”
Lynn kept turning her head to the moving shark. “It’s getting closer.”
“Stop it, it’s not getting closer. Lynn, concentrate. What is that?”
Lynn focused on the item in question. “It looks like a scraping knife.”
Sinking down to closer to the reef’s ocean floor, Dallas pulled the thing out. It was indeed a scraping knife, much like the ones they usually used for collecting samples. Clyde was here. He had to be here. But where was he? Where could he have gone from here?
Something darted from the side of his goggles, sending him darting backwards. Some scrunched against his leg, pain searing in his mind. Clutching his leg, Blood started seeping out of the wound. Dallas had to get back up to the surface to get the wound cleaned, but not before he saw the shark change direction towards them.
“It’s coming! It’s coming!” Lynn suddenly froze in place, her body shaking violently in Dallas’s hand. That wasn’t going to help at all. Dallas grabbed onto her and strained to pull her up to the surface, inflating his BCD and kicking with all his might.
It was no use, though. Lynn was slowing him down a whole lot. She wasn’t contributing to their escape, not even deflating her own BCD or anything. She was frozen in place, a statue staring down at the death. The shark kept getting closer, it’s jaws starting to open, revealing those terrible teeth like thousands of daggers. Dallas could almost touch the surface but the shark was so much closer.
“Lynn! Come on! You’ve got to move!” Dallas shouted in the microphone, just as the great white’s mouth came at Lynn’s feet. He shut his eyes in anticipation. Whatever it did, he wanted it to make it quick.
The end didn’t come, however. Several shooting shapes darted around the great white as another pushed them up to the surface. Dallas wasn’t sure what was happening, but in moments, he was right beside the ship with Lynn swimming over to the boat as frantically as possible. Dallas stayed behind to observe his rescuer.
A bottlenose dolphin. It was quite common in these waters, and have been known to help people at times. Why exactly, was beyond his guess. A strange thought had crossed his mind concerning this particular specimen though. It had such strangely blue eyes, something he’d never seen before. After butting his head on his shoulders it made a strangely human like noise, then proceeded to dive back in the water.
Dallas treaded water, his face nearly blank. What just happened? He was almost sure he knew that gesture, but that was just impossible. And the first thought that was starting to bubble in his mind was more than impossible. Unable to find the answers he needed, he swam back to the ship, Tormod shouting over to him to get aboard.
Part Two: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2953590
Part Three: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3115139
I was kind of sick when I wrote the last edition of part two, so I wasn't really up to finish it the way I wanted it to be. However, now that I'm feeling better, I finally added the stuff I wanted to put in there to make it a viable sequel. This'll be the middle of the story with the third part probably being the ending of the story. :D
C&C well appreciated!
_____________________________________________
The Dolphin drifted in the water quietly, their anchor weighed a good 60 meters from the Great Barrier Reef. It was a cloudy day and the weatherman predicted there would be a chance of a storm coming. There was always the chance though that it wouldn’t. Since when did the weatherman ever predict what the weather was like accurately. Dallas knew this all too well when he was back in the Florida Keys.
Even so, Lynn had been constantly prying him to come out of his cabin all day. She’s been saying the clouds have a silvered look to it, like an elegant cotton blanket dyed in the metallic color. Dallas didn’t really care though. He would only really come out once Tormod gave the word for him to get out on deck.
Twirling his knife in the air, Dallas was lost in thought. Rubbing his whiskered cheeks, he kept looking back at the supposed funeral of Clyde. He called it “supposed” because the crew really knew nothing about whether he was really dead or not. They found his discarded equipment and wetsuit in an area off limits now to any staff members or tourists anywhere. Any reasons why were kept secret from him, like everything else. None of it added up.
What if Clyde had been just strayed too far from the Dolphin and wound up getting stranded out in the reef while the Dolphin sped away back to shore? Clyde’s been known to do that before. He was a good kid, smart and athletic, very kind and passionate about his love for the sea. Unfortunately though, he was also impulsive. He would get himself in more trouble than he could chew on, and it was always Dallas who had to save his hide. Despite all the mischief he’d get into, Dallas liked Clyde anyway.
Dallas was born and raised in Amarillo, Texas. His mother and father owned one of the largest ranches in the district, and it was their dream to one day hand it over to their eldest son. For the longest time, Dallas accepted this idea as he grew up not really knowing where his life was going to take him.
When he turned 10, however, his path in life was made. One day at school, on the last week before summer break, a field trip was planned to take them over to Sea World San Antonio in the year of 1990. There he was introduced to the fascination of the sea. Up until then, he had only briefly read about marine mammals in books at the library, showing no real interest in them. But the performances of the dolphins, seals, and Orcas and their unprecedented might and yet their lithe grace in the water; that bought Dallas’s love and destiny. By the time he came back, there was no place left in his heart for rounding up cattle and tending to the ranch. All he wanted to do now was become a marine biologist.
His parents argued with him about it for years and years, even tried to push punishment and even threatened to disown him. Dallas continued his studies, though, unhindered, and when he graduated from High School with honors, he had received several scholarships for Hawai’i Pacific University. He left for the nearest plane and has since then never heard a word from or spoken to his family since. He supposed now the duty to the ranch would be left to his younger brothers. Not that he cared, anyway.
College was quite demanding for Dallas, but he worked for his master’s degree for four years, spending time with friends and relatives and their families during break. They often talked about his family and how they missed him, but he never believed it. All they wanted to do was keep him on the ranch so that they could have security and be happy with themselves. There wasn’t any room for what he wanted in life at all.
When he finally graduated from the Hawaiian Pacific University in the summer of 2002, it was the happiest moment of his life. He immediately moved back to Texas and got a job as a scuba diver for a marine research lab over at Corpus Christi for six steady years. But then Hurricane Ike hit the city, and his entire team was forced to evacuate. When they heard new of their lab, they found that it was destroyed. There were plans to rebuild it, but the team Dallas had worked with for so long had separated and were relocating to other labs. Good byes were made, and Dallas was by himself again.
His depression wouldn’t last very long, of course. Not wanting to go back to where he used to be in Amarillo, Dallas flew over to Florida where he eventually landed a job as a scuba diver on an institute in the Florida Keys. It was there where he met Lynn, another scuba diver working at the Florida Keys. They met one day on the beach, fancying each other’s seashell collections. Then followed dating, going out to Disneyland (Dallas always fancied going there one day), and a few other parks, particularly Sea World Orlando. It was the greatest moments in Dallas’s life.
On St. Patrick’s Day, which was Lynn’s favorite holiday, she took him to a cafe where she knew a close friend. There, they got to know each other. Dallas shared his life’s story and he got to hear Lynn’s. She was born in Dublin, Ireland, where she started her young career working at her father’s pub as a waitress. Dallas always had a chuckle about that, but he stayed modest about it for Lynn’s sake. If anyone but touched Lynn, though, her father would personally beat them senseless, throw them out of the bar, and then his friends would beat them senseless. It was good pay and it let her get some things she hadn’t had before, but she eventually got tired of the same routine.
When she wasn’t working, she’d often leave for the northern shores and gaze out into the sea. She had always had a fascination of the sea since she was little, and eventually, she started a plan. She started saving a little money every day working at the pub until finally she had enough money to pay for tuition for the University of Dublin. There she got her master’s degree in marine biology and had been working at the Florida Key labs for two or three years. “They’ve been splendid times,” she said, though she still found a lot of things about Americans really strange.
Lynn and Dallas kept getting closer over the months, and Dallas decided in November of 2008 to marry Lynn. Lynn was overjoyed, but she was also torn by the proposition of a job offer down in Australia. Sea World had finally looked over her application and wanted her to work for them over there. To Dallas, that was like a dream come true. He worked with a plan for them to both move over into Australia, where Dallas eventually became a scuba diver for Sea World as well.
It was there that he was assigned Clyde as his diving buddy. In the two months he’d worked with Clyde, he’d come to like him. Though Clyde was impulsive, Dallas could put up with his occasional spontaneous behavior. But then in January, he came down with the flu. He was worried for a while it may have been the swine flu, but a doctor assured him it wasn’t. He stayed at home for a few days, with Lynn working at Sea World alone. It was when he came back, fresh and healthy, when he found out about the supposed death of Clyde.
It was from Tormod that he had heard about the supposed death of Clyde. Tormod was always so domineering and fearful, often assuming the worst of things. Dallas quickly learned to dislike the man. He would’ve continued to work with the flu but Tormod wouldn’t allow it. As nice as it was for him to be concerned for the health of everyone, he should never have left Clyde to go out alone. You’re always supposed to travel in pairs when scuba diving.
Dallas was never completely convinced about the proclaimed death of Clyde. He was convinced that he was out there still, somewhere on the ocean, probably suffering from dehydration or he may have gotten himself on a small island. There’s no telling what happened to him. And knowing Tormod, he didn’t look hard enough. Whether Clyde is alive or dead, he just had to be sure. It’s why he convinced Tormod to take him out this far to the Great Barrier Reef where Clyde was said to have been collecting coral samples.
Lynn was going to be his diving partner on this private investigation.
Dallas threw the knife down and checked the time. It was almost noon. They had until four o clock to find any possible answers of what really happened to Clyde and then turn back. He was only able to buy them so much time with the staff. He moved to get up when he got a knock on his cabin door. Brushing his short black hair, he answered with light southern accent. “Who is it?”
“It’s Lynn, dearee. Tormod says it’s time.”
“I’ll be on my way out. I’ve just got to find my wetsuit.”
“You mean you’re not even ready for this?” Her voice expressed disappointment. Lynn had every right to be. After all, this whole thing was his idea.
“I’m sorry, I just lost track of the time.” He said the last part under his breath. He couldn’t think of any other excuse. Quickly getting his clothes off, he jumped into his neon green and black wetsuit, grabbed his fins, face mask and gloves and opened to door to see Lynn waiting, all suited up except for her tank. Her short fiery hair blew in the summer wind. She just watched him with her green eyes, frowning. What else could he say? “I’m sorry,” He apologized again.
She just smiled and started climbing up. “You’re so typical.”
He caught up to her, spreading his arms across. “Oh, come on, darling. I was just thinking about him when you showed up.”
“Of course you were.” Tormod was waiting for both of them out on the docks, air tanks and regulators all set up. He didn’t look too happy with Dallas, his eyes flaring and his mouth frowning sourly. “Dun be wastin m’time ‘ere, Dallas, or next time, ah’ll jus’ leave you to the fishes, eh?”
Dallas really hated this guy. His fists kept flexing with tension. “Fine, fine. Look, I said I’m sorry already. Let’s get this over with.”
“C’mon then. We need to get the air tanks on. Hop it!”
Anything to get away from Tormod was acceptable to Dallas. Once he strapped on the air tank, with the help of his least favorite captain, he pulled his facemask over his eyes, nose and mouth, then turned on and tested it with a few commands. Lynn, who was about as ready, tested hers as well. The microphones were old and needed replacing, but they were still working. Now they’d be able to communicate with each other while in the water besides hand gestures.
“Well, if yer equipment works all fancy-like, ah suggest you git going. And dun stray too far now, eh? That’s how we lost Clyde, remember?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll stick together, won’t we, love?” Lynn said to Dallas, her air tank already pumping oxygen in the mask.
“Yeah, sure.” Dallas really was sorry for keeping them all waiting. The only reason anyone was here now was because he asked them to take time off to help him with this. Of all people, he should’ve been the one taking it seriously. So why wasn’t he? Maybe he just felt that being the leader was too much of a pain in the ass. Either way, he knew he shouldn’t be taking this so lightly.
“Let’s get going, already.” Lynn said, tugging at Dallas’s arm.
“First, the secret handshake.” He extended his arm out in position.
Lynn frowned. “Oh, Dallas. That’s so childish.”
Dallas smirked and said in that nagging voice. “Come on!” Lynn didn’t budge at first but after the fifth time, she finally caved in. They smacked each others hands then punched each other in the shoulder. It was the handshake that Dallas shared with Clyde and Lynn, though Lynn really never approved of those kinds of shakes.
Just as he dived off with Lynn, he heard Tormod mention something about some kind of danger. Sharks or some sort, he thought. Ah, well, now his attention was focused on the sea.
The sea churned around him as he shot back up to the surface, giving Tormod a thumbs up before sinking back down to the reef. He then turned in circles looking for Lynn and then clicked on his radio. “Lynn? Lynn, come in!”
“I see you, love. But be quiet?”
Dallas finally spotted her waving over at him. Swimming over to her, he saw that she was trembling. “What is it?”
“Shark.”
“Where?” She point into the blue and Dallas could see a very large shape swimming near the reefs. It had a large, girthy build with a grayish body and white underbelly. It’s souless eyes and distinct snout made it instantly recognizable to Dallas. “Lynn, it’s just a Great White. There’s nothing to be scared about them.”
Lynn refused to move an inch though. “It’s a shark, Dallas. You know how I can’t stand sharks.”
How could Dallas forget? Even at Sea World, Lynn would never work in the shark tanks. “Come on. If we keep moving, it probably won’t even see us.” Deflating his BCD, he pulled Lynn along with his arm when he spotted something shining at the bottom. “What’s that?”
Lynn kept turning her head to the moving shark. “It’s getting closer.”
“Stop it, it’s not getting closer. Lynn, concentrate. What is that?”
Lynn focused on the item in question. “It looks like a scraping knife.”
Sinking down to closer to the reef’s ocean floor, Dallas pulled the thing out. It was indeed a scraping knife, much like the ones they usually used for collecting samples. Clyde was here. He had to be here. But where was he? Where could he have gone from here?
Something darted from the side of his goggles, sending him darting backwards. Some scrunched against his leg, pain searing in his mind. Clutching his leg, Blood started seeping out of the wound. Dallas had to get back up to the surface to get the wound cleaned, but not before he saw the shark change direction towards them.
“It’s coming! It’s coming!” Lynn suddenly froze in place, her body shaking violently in Dallas’s hand. That wasn’t going to help at all. Dallas grabbed onto her and strained to pull her up to the surface, inflating his BCD and kicking with all his might.
It was no use, though. Lynn was slowing him down a whole lot. She wasn’t contributing to their escape, not even deflating her own BCD or anything. She was frozen in place, a statue staring down at the death. The shark kept getting closer, it’s jaws starting to open, revealing those terrible teeth like thousands of daggers. Dallas could almost touch the surface but the shark was so much closer.
“Lynn! Come on! You’ve got to move!” Dallas shouted in the microphone, just as the great white’s mouth came at Lynn’s feet. He shut his eyes in anticipation. Whatever it did, he wanted it to make it quick.
The end didn’t come, however. Several shooting shapes darted around the great white as another pushed them up to the surface. Dallas wasn’t sure what was happening, but in moments, he was right beside the ship with Lynn swimming over to the boat as frantically as possible. Dallas stayed behind to observe his rescuer.
A bottlenose dolphin. It was quite common in these waters, and have been known to help people at times. Why exactly, was beyond his guess. A strange thought had crossed his mind concerning this particular specimen though. It had such strangely blue eyes, something he’d never seen before. After butting his head on his shoulders it made a strangely human like noise, then proceeded to dive back in the water.
Dallas treaded water, his face nearly blank. What just happened? He was almost sure he knew that gesture, but that was just impossible. And the first thought that was starting to bubble in his mind was more than impossible. Unable to find the answers he needed, he swam back to the ship, Tormod shouting over to him to get aboard.
Category Story / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Dolphin
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File Size 70 kB
NOw that's what I call amazing. But what was it that pulled him into the reef to begin with? Did the Nyad do it? ANd if so, why did she do it? Was she afraid of losing her friend? Or are you saying that he moved out of reflex and then bashed his own leg against the reef? Still a very good story. By the sound of things, a dolphin would definately suit the two of them. And as for the captain, I think he should be changed too in my oppinion since he stole credit for a discovery that was not his own. Of course, that's just my oppinion. JUst out of curiosity, was the shark a real shark, or the nyad after having changed into that form?
That was actually just a reflex, where he bashed his own leg into the reef. though it could very have been the Naiad who had darted right past him. Or the naiad may have been the shark too, playing a game with the humans. We never truly know as the Naiad could be anything from the sea. But you say now that a dolphin would fancy the two of them? What do you think the captain would be then?
Hehehe, hooray for getting you all hyped up! Now I feel motivated to work on the next chapter!
Hehehe, hooray for getting you all hyped up! Now I feel motivated to work on the next chapter!
Well, I'd say the captain deserves a creature that is as spiny and ugly on the outside as he is, but soft on the inside, so perhaps sea urchin? Or perhaps he was the one who was meant to become the otter? IDK, but since the wife was afraid of sharks I just figured that a dolphin would suit her very well. And since the two love each other so much, they can't possibly become two separate species, that would be wrong.
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