GENRE: Young Adult - Adventure
Thirteen year old Charlie Sinclair gunned the outboard engine and torpedoed
our Zodiac at the blow hole geyser spouting just ahead.
The approach was critical and Charlie handled it with a light touch.
We wanted to get in close. But, we sure wanted to avoid those massive tail flukes
crashing down on the surface with enough force to smash a real boat. One good
whack from the whale's appendage and our little inflatable would pop like a party balloon.
And, from this part of Port Royal Sound, it was a long swim to anywhere dry.
“Right!” Thor Munson yelled above the outboard's whine.
Thor raised his right hand and made a chopping motion towards the city bus sized creature,
while Charlie skated the Zodiac across the surface like a giant water bug. As we squirted in
towards the whale, Thor shouted over the outboard.
“Give me the spear.”
Up to this point, Toby Trundle and I lay across from each other, draped over the
inflated pontoons - praying. Reluctantly, we released our death grips and began
the maneuver we practiced before in calmer waters.
We'd just gotten the aluminum shaft joined to the razor sharp broadhead, when the
boat hit a larger swell. Suddenly, we dipped and shot over the wave and the Zodiac
grabbed some sick air as it launched from the water. The little Evinrude screamed as
the airborne propeller pushed against nothing.