Angie
Part 2
Story By Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
I finally ended my dive around noon, to go to a meeting with my employees who worked around the island. Everyone kept asking me how I got the nasty looking bite mark, but I truthfully told them that a dolphin was stuck and I released it. I left out the rest, since it was clearly none of their business.
The meeting dragged on, and I could barely concentrate. The droning of the employees made me shuffle in my seat. I kept thinking about the dolphin, who I had rescued from a spot that had brought down many of her kind before, who was surprisingly intelligent, even for a dolphin, and seemed to understand English as well as anyone and could communicate easily. She was a wild dolphin who actually allowed interaction with a human, and bore a surprisingly coincidental scar to a cross. I was astonished. I had saved her, and she seemed to have taken a liking to me, after confirming I wasn’t at all a threat.
That night a small storm hit the island. I stayed in my house, watching the storm with disappointment. I wanted to go out and see if I could find the dolphin again. Instead, I watched the wind blow by with lost hopes. I decided I should go to bed.
I woke up early the next morning, around 5:00 am. The sun was just a sliver in the pale grey sky. I thought this would be a good opportunity to see my dolphin friend. I put on a hooded sweatshirt and some running shoes, and left my house.
My house was on the top of a hill overlooking the ocean. A small path goes behind my house and down the side of the hill, making the path stretch out for about a mile before reaching the beach. Then it was about a five-minute walk to the small rocky peninsula I used to visit. I hoped the dolphin would know I was there.
I reached the peninsula to find that there was a pod of dolphins playing out in the water. It was a little early for the anglers to be out yet, so they had the area all to themselves. I didn’t see my friend out there, so I sat down about 10 feet out and watched the pod out there. They would leap from the water and swim around with grace and fantastic agility, darting in many directions. They would nibble and nudge each other in playful fashions, while making squeals and whistles the whole time. They were amazing to watch.
Suddenly I felt some water splash upon my sweatshirt. Startled, I jerked my head around to see my dolphin friend sitting there, her tail raised, eyes twinkling at me.
“Hey there, girl” I said, this time a little faster and louder, “You sure know how to grab someone’s attention.”
She turned around and swam up to me, gently chattering sounds of greetings.
“Yes, it’s good to see you too.”
Wait; did I just understand what she said?
I let my hand dip down into the water, and almost instantly, she swam up and nudged it.
“Oo-oo-OO”
She cooed for me to pet her, and then moved so she was parallel to the peninsula. Obediently, I raised my hand and began to stroke the end of her rostrum. Her eyes closed again and she just lazily floated there. I stroked her melon too and behind her dorsal fin, near her tail. She never experienced being touched like this before and was in total ecstasy. She shuddered now and then, as if she was cold, and made the moaning sound for what seemed like minutes on end.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
Since she didn’t seem to be paying attention to staying in place, I thought maybe I could give her a belly rub. If she thought being just petted felt well, she would most likely love a belly rub. I leisurely reached out with the other hand and grabbed her pectoral fin. With a hard push, I was able to get her on her side. Her eyes opened and she looked around clicking curiously, but didn’t make an effort to stop me. When she was on her back, I saw the magnificent scar beam out at me. She held her head up to get a good look at me and clicked again. I stroked her side right behind her pectoral fin, and with the other hand began to rub her pale belly.
She uttered a squeak in pleasure and her eyes closed. The skin on her stomach was tougher and had more muscles than on the top of her. I could feel them tense up and relax as I went over them. Her back arched up to be closer to my hand, which I’m sure was an unconscious gesture. Her jaws were gaping and her tongue began to roll out of her mouth. I beamed at this. She loved having a belly rub, just as I had expected.
I ran my finger along her scar, to observe it more. It was only about .1 centimeter deep, not as much as it looked. I traced it with my fingernail, but the dolphin didn’t seem to notice. She was too into being rubbed on her belly. She began to spasm a little, jerking her head and then her tail. I kept stroking her lightly with my hand.
Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she grabbed my hand with her teeth.
“Oh come on. Not my other hand!”
But I didn’t feel pain. She hadn‘t bitten hard enough to break the skin and didn‘t show any means of harming me. I let out a surprised laugh as she yanked me hard into the water. I landed headfirst into the translucent shallows. My eyes opened and I saw through the water the dolphin was staring at me. She swam close and nudged me beneath my chin, asking me to stand up. I arose and leaned back on rocks, the dolphin leisurely swimming back and forth in front of me. The water was shallow, but below my shoulders everything was underwater. I was glad I didn’t go to the end of the peninsula.
“Next time,” I said, gasping for air, “warn me if you’re going to do that.”
The dolphin stopped swimming and began to make chattering laugh noises, causing me to smile.
“You know, I’m not sure if dolphins worry about it or not, but it’s a major thing people care about. I need to tell you my name.”
The dolphin cocked her head to the side, not understanding what I was saying.
“My name is Cameron. I own this island, and I’m not sure if you recognize me now, but I saved you from the net.”
She let out a happy click.
“That’s good. I don’t think you have a name, so I was wondering could I give you a name. It’s sort of a social thing for humans.”
Despite not understanding what names were, she vigorously shook her head up and down. I felt as dumbfounded as I did when she had first said “yeah” in the cave.
I had to think. What should I call her? The scar was the first thing to come to my mind. It seemed to be a religious thing, so she deserved a religious name. Virgin Mary? Mary?
“How about ‘Mary’?”
She shook her head to the side, whirring.
“Yeah, I don’t really like it either.”
I wasn’t highly religious, so I didn’t know the saints by heart. The next thing that came to my mind was ‘angel’. But that sounded too much like a pet name. So I shortened it.
“How about, ‘Angie’?”
“Ooooooeeeeeeee”. She let out a happy squeal, while nodding her head. I let out a short laugh, still not used to how well she communicated.
“Angie it is then.”
She swam up and floated face to face with me. This is when I became aware of her real size. She was small compared to most dolphins, but was also muscular and heavy. Her head was at least twice the size of mine and was longer in length than I was in height. I guess that maybe I was shaking a little, because I sure felt scared by her size. I had never been this close to her before, and I could tell that if she wanted to, she would be able to injure (maybe even kill) me in a split second.
Angie beeped me, and sensing I was scared, trilled. She moved her head next to mine and began to stroke her rostrum gently on the side of my face, along my cheek and down to my shoulder. This felt marvelous, her smooth skin rubbing against my head. I felt the hair on my arms and legs rise into goose bumps. She had convinced me easily enough not to be scared of her size. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her. She rose to a vertical position.
One side of my conscience, a bit weaker than the other, began to shout ‘What are you doing? That’s a little to intimate for you to be to a wild animal!’ while the other side shouted back ‘But it feels so right!’
The first side shut up when Angie embraced me with her fins. I had never felt closer to her there than I had throughout the whole time I knew her. She had floated above me a little, her head level with mine, with her rostrum sticking up like a lightning rod. I listened to her relaxed breathing and could feel her pulse run through her body. I began to rub her down with one of my hands, making her shiver a little.
“So where’s your pod, Angie?” I asked after a long silence.
She backed off and was once again face to face with me. I looked deep into her eyes. This time, though, she didn’t have the usual gleam. I could almost read what she was thinking.
I had read many times before that dolphins were social, but a dolphin would be booted or just become anti-social.
“They kicked you out, didn’t they?”
“Rrrrrr-ooooooo.” She let out a sad but confirming squeal. Before I even realized it, I kissed her lightly on her beak.
At this point, I only kissed her because I felt sorry for her. Why would her own pod kick her out?
However, something seemed to spark. That kiss felt like it was the only natural thing we could do. I had only known her for two days, yet I felt like I had known her forever.
Angie seemed to have felt the same way, because she didn’t try to move her head. She sat there, her beak touching my lips, clicking contently, her eyes half lidded in bliss. I could feel her lips, smooth and thin, pressing against mine, and occasionally her tongue would flick out and lick my lips. This was an amazing experience! Then, with some hesitation, Angie and I backed off from each other. The kiss was ended.
I looked deep into Angie’s eyes. I felt that this was more than a friendship; it was becoming a relationship.
I gave her another quick peck and stepped backwards. I was letting the first side of my brain take over a little. I didn’t want to be too intimate with a dolphin.
So, I decided maybe to get to know her personality better.
“Come on, Angie, I’ll race you to the other side of the peninsula!”
Before I had time to start, she swam back and in one smooth silent motion, leapt the rocks. I climbed back onto the peninsula and looked over to the other side to see Angie sitting upright, clapping her pecs and making a happy squeal.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr!”
I grinned at her.
“Come here, you cheater!”
I leaped into the air and landed flat into the water, right by her. The clear ocean was in a frenzy of bubbles and sand. I gathered my bearings and stood up. Now, the water was to my chest.
Angie was gone!
I turned around; expecting to see her, but the water lay empty. I turned around a few more times but I didn’t see her.
Saddened, I started making my way back toward the rocks.
“OW!”
I felt a hard jab on the small of my back.
I spun around and saw Angie’s head sticking out of the water.
“Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!”
I smirked and began to rub her beak. She was such a trickster!
“Well, Angie, it’s almost six. I should get going.”
She cocked her head and squeaked. Then she swam up close and lifted her head. She kissed me on the lips and swam away with a splash.
I climbed up onto the rocks and watched her figure disappear. I wished I didn’t have to leave. I was beginning to like her.
Part 2
Story By Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
I finally ended my dive around noon, to go to a meeting with my employees who worked around the island. Everyone kept asking me how I got the nasty looking bite mark, but I truthfully told them that a dolphin was stuck and I released it. I left out the rest, since it was clearly none of their business.
The meeting dragged on, and I could barely concentrate. The droning of the employees made me shuffle in my seat. I kept thinking about the dolphin, who I had rescued from a spot that had brought down many of her kind before, who was surprisingly intelligent, even for a dolphin, and seemed to understand English as well as anyone and could communicate easily. She was a wild dolphin who actually allowed interaction with a human, and bore a surprisingly coincidental scar to a cross. I was astonished. I had saved her, and she seemed to have taken a liking to me, after confirming I wasn’t at all a threat.
That night a small storm hit the island. I stayed in my house, watching the storm with disappointment. I wanted to go out and see if I could find the dolphin again. Instead, I watched the wind blow by with lost hopes. I decided I should go to bed.
I woke up early the next morning, around 5:00 am. The sun was just a sliver in the pale grey sky. I thought this would be a good opportunity to see my dolphin friend. I put on a hooded sweatshirt and some running shoes, and left my house.
My house was on the top of a hill overlooking the ocean. A small path goes behind my house and down the side of the hill, making the path stretch out for about a mile before reaching the beach. Then it was about a five-minute walk to the small rocky peninsula I used to visit. I hoped the dolphin would know I was there.
I reached the peninsula to find that there was a pod of dolphins playing out in the water. It was a little early for the anglers to be out yet, so they had the area all to themselves. I didn’t see my friend out there, so I sat down about 10 feet out and watched the pod out there. They would leap from the water and swim around with grace and fantastic agility, darting in many directions. They would nibble and nudge each other in playful fashions, while making squeals and whistles the whole time. They were amazing to watch.
Suddenly I felt some water splash upon my sweatshirt. Startled, I jerked my head around to see my dolphin friend sitting there, her tail raised, eyes twinkling at me.
“Hey there, girl” I said, this time a little faster and louder, “You sure know how to grab someone’s attention.”
She turned around and swam up to me, gently chattering sounds of greetings.
“Yes, it’s good to see you too.”
Wait; did I just understand what she said?
I let my hand dip down into the water, and almost instantly, she swam up and nudged it.
“Oo-oo-OO”
She cooed for me to pet her, and then moved so she was parallel to the peninsula. Obediently, I raised my hand and began to stroke the end of her rostrum. Her eyes closed again and she just lazily floated there. I stroked her melon too and behind her dorsal fin, near her tail. She never experienced being touched like this before and was in total ecstasy. She shuddered now and then, as if she was cold, and made the moaning sound for what seemed like minutes on end.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
Since she didn’t seem to be paying attention to staying in place, I thought maybe I could give her a belly rub. If she thought being just petted felt well, she would most likely love a belly rub. I leisurely reached out with the other hand and grabbed her pectoral fin. With a hard push, I was able to get her on her side. Her eyes opened and she looked around clicking curiously, but didn’t make an effort to stop me. When she was on her back, I saw the magnificent scar beam out at me. She held her head up to get a good look at me and clicked again. I stroked her side right behind her pectoral fin, and with the other hand began to rub her pale belly.
She uttered a squeak in pleasure and her eyes closed. The skin on her stomach was tougher and had more muscles than on the top of her. I could feel them tense up and relax as I went over them. Her back arched up to be closer to my hand, which I’m sure was an unconscious gesture. Her jaws were gaping and her tongue began to roll out of her mouth. I beamed at this. She loved having a belly rub, just as I had expected.
I ran my finger along her scar, to observe it more. It was only about .1 centimeter deep, not as much as it looked. I traced it with my fingernail, but the dolphin didn’t seem to notice. She was too into being rubbed on her belly. She began to spasm a little, jerking her head and then her tail. I kept stroking her lightly with my hand.
Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she grabbed my hand with her teeth.
“Oh come on. Not my other hand!”
But I didn’t feel pain. She hadn‘t bitten hard enough to break the skin and didn‘t show any means of harming me. I let out a surprised laugh as she yanked me hard into the water. I landed headfirst into the translucent shallows. My eyes opened and I saw through the water the dolphin was staring at me. She swam close and nudged me beneath my chin, asking me to stand up. I arose and leaned back on rocks, the dolphin leisurely swimming back and forth in front of me. The water was shallow, but below my shoulders everything was underwater. I was glad I didn’t go to the end of the peninsula.
“Next time,” I said, gasping for air, “warn me if you’re going to do that.”
The dolphin stopped swimming and began to make chattering laugh noises, causing me to smile.
“You know, I’m not sure if dolphins worry about it or not, but it’s a major thing people care about. I need to tell you my name.”
The dolphin cocked her head to the side, not understanding what I was saying.
“My name is Cameron. I own this island, and I’m not sure if you recognize me now, but I saved you from the net.”
She let out a happy click.
“That’s good. I don’t think you have a name, so I was wondering could I give you a name. It’s sort of a social thing for humans.”
Despite not understanding what names were, she vigorously shook her head up and down. I felt as dumbfounded as I did when she had first said “yeah” in the cave.
I had to think. What should I call her? The scar was the first thing to come to my mind. It seemed to be a religious thing, so she deserved a religious name. Virgin Mary? Mary?
“How about ‘Mary’?”
She shook her head to the side, whirring.
“Yeah, I don’t really like it either.”
I wasn’t highly religious, so I didn’t know the saints by heart. The next thing that came to my mind was ‘angel’. But that sounded too much like a pet name. So I shortened it.
“How about, ‘Angie’?”
“Ooooooeeeeeeee”. She let out a happy squeal, while nodding her head. I let out a short laugh, still not used to how well she communicated.
“Angie it is then.”
She swam up and floated face to face with me. This is when I became aware of her real size. She was small compared to most dolphins, but was also muscular and heavy. Her head was at least twice the size of mine and was longer in length than I was in height. I guess that maybe I was shaking a little, because I sure felt scared by her size. I had never been this close to her before, and I could tell that if she wanted to, she would be able to injure (maybe even kill) me in a split second.
Angie beeped me, and sensing I was scared, trilled. She moved her head next to mine and began to stroke her rostrum gently on the side of my face, along my cheek and down to my shoulder. This felt marvelous, her smooth skin rubbing against my head. I felt the hair on my arms and legs rise into goose bumps. She had convinced me easily enough not to be scared of her size. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her. She rose to a vertical position.
One side of my conscience, a bit weaker than the other, began to shout ‘What are you doing? That’s a little to intimate for you to be to a wild animal!’ while the other side shouted back ‘But it feels so right!’
The first side shut up when Angie embraced me with her fins. I had never felt closer to her there than I had throughout the whole time I knew her. She had floated above me a little, her head level with mine, with her rostrum sticking up like a lightning rod. I listened to her relaxed breathing and could feel her pulse run through her body. I began to rub her down with one of my hands, making her shiver a little.
“So where’s your pod, Angie?” I asked after a long silence.
She backed off and was once again face to face with me. I looked deep into her eyes. This time, though, she didn’t have the usual gleam. I could almost read what she was thinking.
I had read many times before that dolphins were social, but a dolphin would be booted or just become anti-social.
“They kicked you out, didn’t they?”
“Rrrrrr-ooooooo.” She let out a sad but confirming squeal. Before I even realized it, I kissed her lightly on her beak.
At this point, I only kissed her because I felt sorry for her. Why would her own pod kick her out?
However, something seemed to spark. That kiss felt like it was the only natural thing we could do. I had only known her for two days, yet I felt like I had known her forever.
Angie seemed to have felt the same way, because she didn’t try to move her head. She sat there, her beak touching my lips, clicking contently, her eyes half lidded in bliss. I could feel her lips, smooth and thin, pressing against mine, and occasionally her tongue would flick out and lick my lips. This was an amazing experience! Then, with some hesitation, Angie and I backed off from each other. The kiss was ended.
I looked deep into Angie’s eyes. I felt that this was more than a friendship; it was becoming a relationship.
I gave her another quick peck and stepped backwards. I was letting the first side of my brain take over a little. I didn’t want to be too intimate with a dolphin.
So, I decided maybe to get to know her personality better.
“Come on, Angie, I’ll race you to the other side of the peninsula!”
Before I had time to start, she swam back and in one smooth silent motion, leapt the rocks. I climbed back onto the peninsula and looked over to the other side to see Angie sitting upright, clapping her pecs and making a happy squeal.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr!”
I grinned at her.
“Come here, you cheater!”
I leaped into the air and landed flat into the water, right by her. The clear ocean was in a frenzy of bubbles and sand. I gathered my bearings and stood up. Now, the water was to my chest.
Angie was gone!
I turned around; expecting to see her, but the water lay empty. I turned around a few more times but I didn’t see her.
Saddened, I started making my way back toward the rocks.
“OW!”
I felt a hard jab on the small of my back.
I spun around and saw Angie’s head sticking out of the water.
“Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!”
I smirked and began to rub her beak. She was such a trickster!
“Well, Angie, it’s almost six. I should get going.”
She cocked her head and squeaked. Then she swam up close and lifted her head. She kissed me on the lips and swam away with a splash.
I climbed up onto the rocks and watched her figure disappear. I wished I didn’t have to leave. I was beginning to like her.
