Splashing once again at the surface then quickly returning under the waves.
A few squeaks and chirps reassured him they were not far, so he rejoined them quickly.
Swimming along side his mother going 36 knots with his fluke rhythmically rising and falling with a powerful thrust fanning the dim, algae-fogged waters.
Ranks of pods fanned out across the coastal passage traveling forward in a loose flank formation scanning the waters ahead of them.
Suddenly they found what they were looking for.
Schools of silver herring darting every which way as they chased them deep into the passage alerting others it was time to feed.
The young one and his mother followed the ranks temporarily to pursue the clouds of silver herring when something very noisy interrupted this fantastic display.
Two fishing vessels came into the passage with a huge tuna net attached to them.
His mother lead him threw a few clouds of silver to the opposite side of the vessels but then in a panic she changed coarse fleeing back the way she had came.
B/c three smaller boats were hitting noisy objects on the sides to scare them from escaping.
Due to her instinct to go the opposite way of the louder noise, she trapped her self and the young one in behind the tuna nets.
Panicky watching the others on the opposite side of the net, chattering, whistling, and crying sounds filled the seas and the air.
He was staying right beside his mother as he has always done before, up in till the last moments they were pushed up in the cove.
Humans got into the water with them but to them they were weird creatures that were sticking them with very uncomfortable needles.
Then they both couldn’t move.
With a tear-filled face, he watched as she was lifted out of the sea and not another second more wasted he was too.
