Dawson looked out over the water, his tour today only half-full. He drew in a deep breath and appreciated the clear blue sky, the darker blue slash of water at the bottom of his window. A puff of white came up, and he said, “We have whales out the left side, ten o’clock.”
He slowed to a hover so the family of three inside could watch. “Those are pilot whales,” he said, their massive bodies a slightly darker color than the water, which made them easy to spot. “I can see five, maybe six.”
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