Heather was back on the stern, watching the mysterious black whales continue their wake ride. By her estimation, they had been there seven hours. It was almost dark on the Gianna Maria’s first day out from Ensenada.
Gianna Maria’s The wind had picked up, adding a chop to the surface. Heather was glad she’d taken the seasick pills, even though she was starting to get drowsy. Being sleepy was far superior to falling victim to the rolling swell, and ending up hunched over the side.
The sunset was cheerful enough. This far out, there was no Southern California smog to add colors, but the purple cast across the mixed clouds made for a pleasant change. Heather smiled when Matt walked up and sat beside her.
“Almost romantic, huh?” said Matt.
“Almost,” said Heather. “Look at the whale
