The whale did not surface again immediately. Instead, another huge shape appeared farther away. Then another. The crew rushed from one side of the boat to the other. “Which one has him?” Elena asked. No one answered. From above, all they could see were dark bodies moving below.
Inside the whale’s mouth, Nathaniel was still alive. He could hardly believe it himself. His regulator remained between his teeth, and his air tank was working. Something large and soft pressed him against the whale’s tongue. He tried to move, but the space around him tightened.