Then the whale turned and headed for deeper water, tail moving powerfully. Its dorsal fin faded until it was just a line on the horizon. John climbed up the ladder, wetsuit dripping. Catherine grabbed him in a fierce hug.
Then she started to cry. “You’re crazy,” she said, laughing through the tears. “Crazy but amazing.” He tried to play it off, but his knees were shaking. “Someone had to do it.”
She touched his face. “I was counting every second.”