“That could be a whale, but they don’t swim this close in,” she said, more out of habit than certainty. “No dolphins either… nothing that size should be here.” John didn’t answer. The water was quiet again, but both of them were still staring.
They stared. Water lifted and released the shape like a creature breathing beneath silk sheets. No splash, no blowhole spray, no seagulls wheeling above—only a hush, an unsettling stillness. John raised the camera again, thumb hovering, almost afraid to capture another glimpse.