Tucking in behind the reef is short, our little ship just in time to anchor for his team, as the tropical night runs on the western horizon, the last fiery orange crush pushed over the edge and for eternity . Myriads of stars from the east already crossed the bite of black velvet, with a pattern of shooting stars. Out here, almost without degrading ground lights, fluorescent light strip of these tracks in all directions over the sky, their lives finishingalmost before it began. So amazing, so short, so many many - this night is perfect - yet warm and dark, dripping with lush scents derived shore, in accordance with the unmistakable smell from the reef. The crackling sound coming through the hull, mixing with the riff sounds of fifty meters,
recounts the struggle of life goes on. Lingering on the remains of dinner in the soft glow of the cockpit and enjoy their wine lamp, life seems perfect. Cutlery noiseon the plate, and a bottle of glass clinking noise is intrusive adjacent to the disorder, their fun, but eminently sociable, full of awe of a "whisper" is reduced.
Integrated into this almost in a coma, she suddenly aware of another presence. They seemed almost directly from there heads. There, not thirty yards away is a lot of money hanging in the dark to watch. The hump must stand on its tail between them and the barrier on the edge of the channel. Halfhis body is upright in the water, exhausted and shine wetly glistening in the lights. Your eye can inspect all know locks their eyes with mild interest. Say, is studying the eye of a whale, as a glance at the windows of the soul! Whatever is in that brief moment, as our three heroes, looking up in a corner, eyes closed, I feel something happen between them. Were threatened, there must be no more than half a second, but it seemed like an eternity - then it wasgone - as silently as she came, falls down, the water dark side sighed softly as he walked up and closed her mouth with a slight hiss of bubbles. A small tail, the surface turned slightly to the right, confirmed in the junior is nearby.
Our team has stopped breathing, and our little ship wonders if she will return to start over! Their collective breath is strong, but slow, piercing the silence. Looking at each other, working her lips and tried to formsomething, but there is no sound - without a word, everyone feels their eyes to mediate. All I can manage with one another, 'Wow' E ',' Crikey! ',' My God! "" Did you see ?!!', and many other equally intelligent comments! The music is the answer, and someone sits on Mascagni's "Intermezzo" from Cavalleria Rusticana him, to repeat, and sit in silence, playing over and over again, drifting, comfortable with their thoughts. How can anyone want to kill for commercial purposes, these wonderfulCreatures?
Their captain, what is on this, glad I made this trip. To do a large part of his trip was to experience this type of event, and go home in a different way than the traditional route. But also, and perhaps more importantly, wanted to make the trip before it's too late. With global warming, changing weather conditions, climate change and extreme weather events, there may be a time in the future if this type of adventure is not possible. Usis really in a hurry now and take action to repair the damage that we, humanity, our planet have to cancel.
Mascagni's beautiful float logs to the decline, the night air with a thick, dewy imbueing round sound - it is hoped that the whales can hear and come back for more in the morning.
"You really are a strange crowd, these people," he says. 'Fantasy, driven by emotions as simply a whale - my lines are just fine, and I have not come to all airTime! "
But they reluctantly, that the music was actually very uplifting, and even that only have a little 'intimidated by the size and proximity of the animal was "we have to go soft!" adds.
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