Twelve
Saturday, April 23
Cocolí Locks, Panama Canal
The dolphins whistled and squeaked in the hold, and Eva couldn’t help but think they sensed her anxiety. The ship had just one more trio of locks to pass through—the Cocolí locks—and she was waiting to get word from the captain as to when the Bougainville would be allowed through. She didn’t want her dolphins to have to stay a day longer on this ship than was necessary.
Jose, snorkel gear on, was in the small pool with Chico, who kept making the same whistle. Axel had the sound equipment set up and was listening in.
“Ja,” he said, “it’s what I thought. He keeps saying go.” Cleo made a similar whistle, and in the background, Taffy and Finn clicked away as if trying to communicate something deeper to the young dolphins.
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