© James Pyles
Daniel was cold, shivering, vomiting seawater, but alive on the beach at the sea’s edge. It was still raining, but he was past being bothered by the continual wetness. Slowly, the retching ceased and he was able to catch his breath. Why was he alive?
“Glad to see you’re doing better, kiddo.”
The ten year old looked in the direction of the voice.
“Name’s Achilles. No heal jokes please. I don’t have any.”
It was a whale. He was blue with a white underbelly but not like any whale Daniel had ever seen or studied.
“Glad I found you down there. Didn’t think someone as famous as you would end up in my neighborhood.”
“I was drowning. You saved me?”
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