wandering to the shores edge, you wade in. the air is cool to almost cold but the water is warmed by under water volcanoes. you feel the warmth creep up your body as you lower yourself into it deeper to escape the cold winter. it is only then you see the coral plaque embedded into the water's edge with some statistics for something somewhere around here... uncertain of what that something might be, you read it...

    a short distance away you see first one fin then another surface... afraid yet unwilling to rise into the cold winter air while wet, you sit motionless.
    soon you see that it wasn't gantyn surfacing but a brilliant colored pair of Orca breaching a light mist high into the air. they seem to be playing... though adults they're still young by Orca standards. they show amazing coordination as they tug back and forth on a piece of sturdy seaweed. finally the star studded fem rolled through the waves as the strand breaks. showing their flukes then swimming about in search for a new toy, you sit relaxed watching until the winds die down and you spy a figure coming across the dunes carrying a basket... prolly Storm coming down for a quick swim with Talia's Orcas.