Fifty-Eight
Tuesday, March 30, 11:06 A.M. CST
Offshore from Bailey’s Key
Go, swim, find, Lusca, kiss, return, Finn repeated to himself.
For most of those commands he heard Eva’s voice and remembered her hand signals. But when he thought Lusca, the wholphin actually saw the image in his mind.
He swam rapidly, straight out into the deep cobalt ocean, slicing through the sea. Finally, he was going out for an adventure. He understood his mission. He would do what Eva had said: go, swim, find, Lusca, kiss, return. In that order, he would do it. Taffy had confirmed it for him. He was sure.
He was also proud. So proud. Eva had chosen him to practice her dolphin talk and to do this important thing. What he did to the coconut back at the enclosure, he must do to the Lusca.
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