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Susie (2nd draft [modified])

by Tursi



(note: this version has been modified by the author for posting on this web

 page.)



 "Arg!"



Dan McGregor tossed the sunday edition paper across the living room,

where it fluttered mockingly in the air before finally settling onto

the clean, dark carpet. "MIDDLE EAST ON BRINK OF WAR" proclaimed the

headline, next to the articles about increases in violent crime being

attributed to television and video games, and election debates in which

the candidates had reduced the campaigns to slander wars.



He stood up, running his hand idly through his short, neatly combed blonde

hair. At 6'1, and 170 lbs of muscle, he looked like the perfect college

'jock'. Yet he was a man of intelligence, and compassion. He'd graduated

university with several degrees, and was working a comfortable, well-

paying job with a legal firm. Yet he was not content.



"It seems to me that the whole world has just lost what little grasp of

reality it may ever have had. All everyone wants is a piece of the other

guy's life, or money, or whatever. Why can't anyone just be happy with

what they have, and love people for what they are? This world doesn't

work."



He wandered over to the window, where his eleventh story apartment

overlooked a crowded, dirty city, not yet beginning to stir under the

warm red glow of the rising sun. A faint hint of smog hovered in the

air, tinting the light even more as it reached the sidewalk, illuminating

the litter and dirt with filtered rays of light. Dan looked upwards,

where, in the distance, the sun was throwing the first rays of light

onto the bay, where it was reflected and refracted across the top of

the city in all the colours of the rainbow. The bay was several miles

away, and from his apartment Dan could see only a thin sliver of it,

but he knew exactly where his twenty foot 'relaxation boat', as he called

it, was docked and waiting for him. The "Pretty Lady", he knew,

would be sitting peacefully in her spot, rocking gently in the morning

breeze, and waiting for him.



A smile tugged faintly at his lips, and without even consciously forming

the thought he decided to spend the day in his boat, listening to the

relaxing lap of the waves against her hull.



He removed his shirt and walked into the bathroom, where he began to

run a shower for himself. Stripping naked, he stepped into the warm

water, and washed himself, enjoying the splashing of the warm spray.

The water felt natural to him, and washed away some of the bad feelings

he'd absorbed from the newspaper.



"Maybe everyone just needs a nice warm shower," he told himself, jokingly.



Once done, he stepped out and turned off the water. Wrapping a thick

brown towel around his waist, he stepped in front of the mirror. He

wiped the steam from the shower off the mirror with a corner of the

towel, and picked up a can of shaving cream.



He sprayed the cream into his hand, and smothered his face, then picked

up a razor and began long, deliberate strokes with it. He was almost

finished one side of his face when the phone rang.



"Damn!" he uttered, half-smirking at the position he was caught in. He

put down the razor and left the bathroom, going into the kitchen. He

picked up the phone and, holding it away from the shaving cream, put

it up against the side of his head.



"Hello?" he asked.



"Dan? It's Kathy." Kathy was Dan's old girlfriend. They'd lived together

for six months, before mutually deciding that it wasn't for either of

them. They parted on good terms, and still spent time together.



"Do you want to meet me for lunch today?" she continued.



"Today?" asked Dan. "What's the occasion?"



"Oh, nothing, really. I just thought you might want to."



Dan smiled slightly. "No, sorry, Kathy. I already planned to go spend

the day on my boat. Can I get a raincheck?"



"Oh, sure, Dan! No problem." Kathy still sounded cheerful, and not the

least put-off. She understood Dan's love of the sea, although she had

at times felt it was stronger than his love of her. That was before,

though.



"So, another time, then!" she finished.



"Another time," replied Dan.



"Bye!"



"Talk to you later!" He made an exaggerated kissing noise, as he usually

did, and they both chuckled as he hung up.



He shook his head, smiling to himself. Kathy was a real nice girl, but

she had a bad habit of not showing up for planned meetings unless they

were absolutely essential to her. Dan had been stood up more than once,

and although she always had a good reason, the reasons really wore a

little thin after a while. Dan had decided to himself that he wouldn't

put off his plans for her offers of 'nothing special' any longer. But,

of course, he wouldn't tell her that. He didn't want to hurt her.



He headed back towards the bathroom to finish shaving.



An hour later he drove his jeep into the parking lot of the marina, and

turned off the ignition. He got out, locked the door, and starting

walking out towards the dock.



"Hey, Dan," waved Jack, the marina's owner. He waved. He was a large,

honest, and friendly man, and very familiar with Dan's days on the bay.



"Hi Jack," replied Dan. "How's it going?"



"Not bad," replied Jack, "business has been good." His face went

serious for a moment. "You won't want to spend more than a few hours

out there today, Dan. Bad storm coming in from offshore."



"Really? When's it due to hit?"



"Maybe four, or five this afternoon, but the coast guard is putting out

the warnings now to be out of the water by two at the absolute latest.

So you be careful to get back early."



"Ok, Jack. Thanks for the warning."



Jack waved off the thanks, and his good-natured smile returned. "And

if you find your mermaid today, ask her if she has a sister for me."



Dan laughed. Jack always pretended Dan spent all his time out on the

sea looking for mermaids. He'd once joked that Dan would be the man

to attract them, if he'd only stay on the fishing line long enough.



"See you, Jack," called Dan, stepping onto the dock and walking down it.



"Bye, Dan," called Jack back.



Dan soon reached his boat and climbed aboard. The engine started on the

first try, and the hum of the well-tuned inboard engine echoed

throughout the hull. Dan checked his watch before backing out.

It was 11:00... he'd only have three hours.



He sighed. For what it was worth, he might have well gone out with

Kathy. But then, if she was late, he doubted that he'd be very relaxed

by the end of the day.



Ten minutes later, free of the marina and out in the bay, he opened up

the engine and raced ahead at top speed. The water was as smooth as

glass, and he found it hard to imagine that a storm was on it's way.

Everyone else seemed to believe it, though. The bay, usually busy, was

pretty empty.



He slowed the boat at the mouth of the bay and looked out into the open

ocean. Only a few small whitecaps were visible, and he wondered whether

it would be a good idea to go out into the sea.



He shrugged. "What the hell?" he thought. He turned the boat out of the

bay and gunned the motor again. The powerful craft lept forward, leaving

behind a foamy wake.



After a few minutes he felt far enough from the bay, and shut off the

engine. Taking careful note of the approximate distance to the shore,

he dropped anchor, then sat back under the canopy and put his feet up

on the rail at the side of the boat.



"Ahhh," he thought. "This is the life. No people. No civilization. Just

me and the peaceful sea."



He paused. "Well, and that storm. Oh well, maybe it'll be late."



He relaxed, casually looking at the sky, still too blue and pretty to be

threatening, and watched some light fluffy clouds drifting slowly across

the sun. They didn't look at all dangerous. He turned his gaze to the

water, which was lightly salted with small whitecaps as far as he could

see. His eyes began to grow heavy, and he relaxed and welcomed sleep

under the warm sun.



Time passed.



He woke up abruptly, as someone was rocking the boat. As he opened his

eyes, he realized it was darker than he expected it to be. The waves had

grown alarmingly large, several feet, and the boat was rocking and

bouncing. The fluffy light clouds had grown menacingly dark and covered

the entire sky.



Dan's eyes snapped fully open. "Damn," he muttered, glancing at his

watch. It was four-thirty, and it looked like the storm had actually

hit. Dan looked around himself, but couldn't see the mainland.



"Damn, damn, damn," he continued. He grabbed the anchor rope, and was

surprised to see how easily it pulled up. He realized why it was so

easy when he pulled up the frayed end of the broken rope.



"Oh, DAMN," he uttered, looking around himself. "Where the hell am I now?"



He ran to start the engine, noticing for the first time the amount of

water that had splashed into the boat and was sloshing around in the

bottom.



It seemed no amount of turning the key or cursing would start the engine,

and Dan ran to the back to lift the engine cover. The waves appeared to

be growing in size, and several times he was thrown off balance as water

tipped the boat over and splashed inside.



"SHIT," he uttered, as he saw the depth of the water in the engine

compartment. "That thing will NEVER start!"



Nevertheless, he had to try. He grabbed a bucket and began to bail from

the engine compartment. The boat rocked violently as a very large wave

struck the side, and he was thrown off balance and fell against the wall,

striking his head. Dazed, he tried to stand up, as a second wave struck

the boat and knocked him right over the side.



There was water all around, but somehow he made his way to the surface,

only to be pushed down by another wave. He gasped for breath, but

couldn't get his bearings. He thought he saw his boat, impossibly far,

then it went behind another wall of water, and was lost to sight.



There were no thoughts, his mind was too confused to register what

was going on. He repeatedly blanked out as he continuously tried to

keep his head above the increasingly hostile sea. Finally, exhausted,

he accepted that he was about to die. There were no lights in sight, no

boat, and he couldn't keep his head above water. He began to sink.



He felt someone scoop him up, lift him out of the water. He had the

sensation of being carried, and pushed, for a long distance. Then

finally, he was deposited onto something soft and wet. His mind registered

nothing more.



Minutes, maybe hours later, his eyes opened, and his mind slowly

registered that all was quiet, save the gentle lapping of waves on the

shore. He was laying on a sandy strip of beach, about five feet above

the water line. There was evidence scattered around that the water had

been much higher, and had only recently settled back to it's

current position.



It was night, and the air was fresh and cool, with the scent of departing

rain. A few stars were showing through a thick cloud cover which was

beginning to break up, and a bright moon, nearly full, peeked through the

clouds to provide an erie pale light. Dan looked around himself, trying to

figure out where he was. His first thought was that he was too cold and

hungry to be dead. He next realized that it was night, that the storm must

have passed, and that he had no idea where he was or how he got there.

Thankfully, though drenched, he seemed unhurt.



About thirty feet in front of him the sand ended, and he dimly saw brush

and tall palm trees.



"I must be at a resort or something. I'll look around and see if I can

find some help."



Several hours later, he returned to the beach and sat down, dejected.

He didn't seem to be at a resort, he seemed to be on a small island,

no more than a half mile across by a quarter mile wide. It was well

populated with palm trees and grass, but little else. He'd climbed a

small rocky hill, and looked, but as far as he could see there was

nothing but the dark ocean.



He sighed. "Maybe going with Kathy wouldn't have been such a bad idea

after all," he reflected whimsically, looking out into the water. "If

I only knew where I was."



After staring out at the ocean for some time, looking for ship lights,

and straining his ears to listen for the sounds of civilization, he began

to feel a little discouraged. He decided that there was not very much he

could find out at night - he needed the light of the sun. He went back

into the trees, and gathered up several of the large palm leaves which

had fallen to the ground. He then spread them out on the dry sand of

the beach, to make a mat he could lay on. Next he went back and got some

very dry leaves and small sticks, and carried them back. Carefully he

arranged the leaves and sticks into a small pyramid near the mat. Finally

ready to light a fire, he realized that he didn't have any matches or

a lighter.



"Oh, damn," he said, again. "What was that trick with the two sticks?"

He went back into the trees, and managed to locate two fairly good sized

sticks, and brought them back. Holding one stick in each hand, he sat down

beside his intended fire, and began vigourously rubbing the sticks together.



Nothing seemed to be happening, so after several minutes he stopped, and

felt the sticks with his fingers. They were warm, so he figured that he

must have been doing SOMETHING right. He started rubbing them again.



Many hours later he lay on his back, looking up at the stars. The

sticks lay idle and cold beside the pyramid of sticks, uncharred. Dan

nursed a nasty blister on his hands as he pondered the ridiculous notion

of starting a fire by rubbing sticks together.



Drowsy, a part of his mind wondered if, despite all else, this might be

the start of just the isolation from the real world that he wanted.



Then he slept.



He woke up to the sun blazing down on the sand, already high in the sky.

The water was lapping quietly against the shore, and he'd covered his

body and face awkwardly with the leaves as he slept, to protect himself

from the light and heat.



But something else had awakened him, some strange sound. He sat up

abruptly to look around. There was a splash from a few feet out in the

water, and Dan looked to see the ripples circling out from where

something large had landed in the water.



"Must've been some big fish," thought Dan. The thought made him rather

hungry, and he realized it had been some time since he'd eaten. At the

same time he suddenly found himself quite thirsty, and he wondered about

where he would find water. For the moment, however, food seemed easier

to find, so he approached the water to see if he could see the fish,

and maybe, somehow, catch it.



A glint in the wet sand caught his attention, and he looked down.

Something fairly new and shiny was glinting on the surface of the sand,

and after a brief moment he recognized it as a small lighter. Being

beige, the case had blended in with the sand, but the metal around the

top had reflected the light at him. He picked it up and looked at it

with wonder.



"Just what I needed!" he thought. "But does it work?"



He carefully brushed all the sand he could off of it, and used his shirt

to dry off as much of the water as he could. In retrospect, he decided

he didn't really need to wear his shirt in the fine weather, and took

it off, dropping it on his mat of leaves.



He looked at the lighter, afraid to try it for fear it would not work.

Finally he flicked it. The flint, still wet, did nothing, but he heard

the slight hiss of escaping gas as he pressed the button. Encouraged, he

tried a few more times.



Finally, the flint dried enough to produce a spark, and he quickly had a

stable flame coming from the lighter. He held it down by the edges of

some of the smaller leaves on his pile of leaves and wood, and it

quickly began to burn. Blowing gently to encourage the flames, Dan

finally breathed a sigh of relief when the small sticks began to burn.



He ran to the edge of the trees again, and found some larger wood,

and more leaves. He made several trips, and made a small pile of spare

fuel near the fire, and added some of the larger pieces to the fire. It

seemed he would now have a decent fire after all.



He shook the lighter, and decided it was about half full. He reflected

that it was pretty amazing that it had washed up before being destroyed

by the water, and offered a silent thanks to whoever had dropped it

overboard. He placed it down on his shirt, so that it would not be lost.

Then he picked up one of the longer sticks, and a rock. He needed a spear

to catch fish with, and he began using the rock to sharpen an end of the

stick.



It was a lot harder than he had expected it to be, and it took a very

long time. He wasn't really satisfied with the point on the stick, but

he was hungry, and he decided it would have to do. He dropped the rock,

tossed some more fuel onto the fire, and stood up. He removed his shoes

and socks, which were still soggy anyway, and rolled up his pant legs. He

then walked down to the water with the stick and waded in.



The water was warm, and not at all uncomfortable, and Dan waded in just

past his knees, and stopped. He stood as still as he could, hoping to see

a fish nearby. The large one which had jumped had not been much deeper

than where he stood now.



After fifteen minutes or so, he saw a small movement a foot or so away.

He turned and leapt towards it, driving his makeshift spear into the

water. He lifted the spear out, and found nothing on the end of it. He

realized he needed to be more patient, and wait till the shot was a

little more definite.



After several more minutes, he saw another small movement, and a glint

of scales. This time he stood very still, and waited. Soon the fish

swam more closely, and was fully in his field of view. It was a decent

sized perch, which he felt would make good eating. Dan licked his lips,

but still did not move. He turned the stick slightly above the water,

preparing to make his move.



The perch hovered in place, studying the two legs poking down into it's

world, apparently wondering whether they were dangerous or not.

Eventually, it seemed to decide they posed no threat, and moved more

closely, completely ignoring them.



Dan jabbed the spear again, and this time lifted up the perch skewered on

the end of it. Uttering a whoop of success and cheer, Dan splashed out of

the water towards his fire. He stuck the end of the spear in the sand,

so that the fish was over the fire, and let it cook that way. He was

careful to ensure that he cooked the whole fish, both sides, before

he was ready to eat it.



He decided that it was a good fish as he ate it, but forced himself

to eat only a little of it, as it made him thirstier. It was somewhat

salty, and Dan was concerned. Finally, in an effort to quench his

thirst, he chewed the juices out of some of the smaller plants. More

or less satisfied for the moment, he let the fire run a little low. He

had decided to re-explore the island in the daylight, and get a clear

perspective on exactly where he was, and it seemed like a good time to

do that.



He found little that he had not seen in the night. The island appeared

completely devoid of human habitation, and seemed to have been so for

a long time, as far as he could tell. The underbrush was thick, the

trees tall, and the plants undamaged by human or animal life. There were

a few coconuts high up on the palms, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to

try his hand at climbing way up there just yet.



He decided to end his exploration with a circle around the island. He

walked quietly, feet in the water, considering his position. He found

himself stuck on an island somewhere in the ocean. Presumably not too

far from the mainland, but he had no idea what direction to go. For

now, it seemed he would be all right for food. He wasn't sure about

water yet, he didn't know how long chewing on plants would sustain him.

He couldn't drink the seawater, even he knew that was the way to

dehydration and death. He wondered about boiling the salt out of the

water, but wasn't sure what he could boil water in.



He suddenly stubbed his toe on a sharp rock under the water, and

stumbled, cursing the pain. He looked at the shore and realized that

he had absently walked right beside the cliff, and there was very

little beach before the rock rose almost straight up, jagged and ugly.

He was about to turn back to the beach when he noticed an opening in

the rock.



He cautiously approached it, trying to ignore the small jagged rocks,

that had replaced the soft sand around the rest of the island, digging

into his feet, and the way that the water deepened near the mouth till

it passed his waist. He looked inside, and saw that it was a large

cavern, going about 100 feet back. The water pooled inside in a large

pool, and he heard the trickle of water splashing. Curious, he entered

the cave. At the entrance, the water deepened still more, and he broke

into a long swimming stroke to proceed. He swam to about the center of

the pool, and began to tread water. He turned back to the entrance,

to verify that it was still open, then turned back around and waited for

his eyes to adjust to the dim light.



Finally he could see reasonably well, and noticed that the cave was

actually better lit than he'd expected it to be. There was a sandy

beach on one side of the pool, off to the right, and he swam towards it.

Standing on the beach, he attempted to locate the sound of the trickling

water. He quickly he found it, a small stream was coming out of the rock

wall, and trickling into the pool itself. He sniffed the water, then

dipped his finger into it and tasted it.



It was fresh water! However it got here, he'd found his source of

drinking water. Using his hands as a cup, he gathered handfuls of

the water, and drank quickly. He drank as much as he could, and

suddenly felt a lot stronger. He hadn't realized how dehydrated he

had actually been getting.



He wandered around the beach some more. It was about fifty feet wide

and one hundred feet long. Dan figured from the sand colouration that

the water probably went about twenty feet more up the beach at high tide,

so there was about thirty feet of sand that was usable.



He nodded. This would, he felt, be a good place to set up his home and

firepit. The air was fresh, suggesting good ventilation, the sand was

soft, and the cave well sheltered against any storm.



Dan smiled to himself. He felt no desire to return to a hectic life

filled with worry and fear. Now he could make his best effort to leave

peacefully and freely on his own little retreat from the world. All

he had to do now was build a new firepit.



Dan waded back into the water, and swam out of the cave. He thought he

saw something under the water dart out ahead of him as he neared the

mouth, but he dismissed it as his imagination. He returned to the beach

where he had been set up, and began to prepare to move.



It took a while to move everything, because of Dan's efforts to keep

his leaf bed, lighter, and fire fuel dry, but eventually he was set

up in the cave.



"Just as nice as home," he thought, smiling. "Now to get some more food."



Over the next few days Dan found catching fish to be much more

difficult than his original attempt had been. Repeatedly he stabbed

his spear into the water, only to have the fish dart out of the way. He

couldn't understand why his first try had worked so well. Over the

three days he'd been trying he'd only caught two more fish.



Extremely hungry, he had tried eating the palm leaves and several other

plants, but found none of them very edible. He'd managed to get up a

tree, and collected several coconuts, but the coconut meat did not taste

as good as he'd hoped. He didn't really want to have to live on it,

nor was he sure he could.



Over the entire period he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being

watched. Yet whenever he turned to look, there was nothing but the

gentle waves, or, occasionally, a few ripples where a fish had jumped

to mock him. His dreams became unusual and disjointed, and he once

dreamt of a giant squid wrapping it's tentacles around him.



He sat up abruptly, suddenly awake. A loud splash sounded from the

pool, and he whipped his head over to look. Laying on the beach, at

the edge of the waterline, was a large perch, apparently dead.



Dan approached it, cautiously, expecting huge tentacles to leap out of

the water for him at any second. But he was hungry, and he wanted to

see why there was a fish on his beach.



He began to reach for the fish, muscles tensed, eyes on the cave's

dark, smooth pool. Suddenly something surfaced twenty feet or so out.



Dan leapt back, and rolled away from the water, before leaping to his

feet to face the monster. But there was no monster, only a few ripples

where whatever it was had surfaced. The perch was still on the beach.

Dan looked at it longingly, then carefully approached it again. This

time he grabbed a stick from the fire, bright embers still glowing on

the end of it, and approached it again.



He got right up to it again, and froze, waiting for movement from the

water. After a few moments, he decided to make his move. He grabbed the

fish with one hand, and simultaneously swung the stick with the other.

Then he leapt and rolled back again, and looked back at the water.



It remained still, so Dan examined his prize. It was about two pounds

of large perch, and seemed very fresh. There appeared to be nothing

wrong with it, and Dan decided that he was too hungry to pass up on it.

He stirred up the fire and added a few dry leaves to get the flames

going, then placed the fish on a stick over it.



He could only wait a few minutes as the smell of the fish filled his

nostrils, and he soon grabbed it from the stick. With the flesh

tenderized, he quickly removed the fish's entrails, and began to eat

the flesh.



Halfway through the meal, he got the feeling that he was being

watched again. He slowly turned to face the pool again.



Head up in the middle of the pool, facing him, was a dolphin. He stared

at it, mouth open, and their eyes met.



The dolphin paused a moment, then dove under the water and was gone from

sight. Dan stared at the spot it had vanished for several minutes, unsure

as to what had just happened.



The dolphin was watching him, he was sure of this. But why? Did the

dolphin leave the fish for him? He'd heard of dolphins doing things

like this, but only on TV shows like 'Flipper'. Could it happen in

real life?



He soon decided that whatever the dolphin's reason for watching him,

it wasn't coming back right away. He was still hungry, so he continued

eating the fish. All the while, he couldn't shake the feeling that the

dolphin had met his gaze with some kind of intelligence, an awareness of

what was going on. Maybe even a bit of concern.



He supposed that he would find out as time went on. Meanwhile, the food

was very good.



Over the next few days he saw the dolphin more often, always watching

him from a distance, and disappearing a few moments after being noticed.

He'd had more luck with catching fish, and he wondered if the dolphin

was helping him. At the same time he improved his bed a bit by weaving

bits of the leaves into a more solid mat, and managed to weave together

a reasonable pitcher to hold fresh water to drink. He'd also perfected

his technique for cooking the many types of fish that he had found

suitable for eating.



One day, as he finished cooking his day's catch, he looked into the pool

to see the dolphin looking at him again. This time it did not leave as

soon as he looked at it.



"My friend," he called to the dolphin. "We are meeting far too often to

be strangers. My name is Dan."



The dolphin remained unmoving, only bobbing slightly in the waves. Dan

admired the smooth lines of the dolphin's head and face, and the

gentle, intelligent look in the eyes.



"Your name," thought Dan aloud, "must be Susie. You look like a Susie

to me. What do you think?"



"Errreeee-oooo?" asked the dolphin.



"Yes, that's right. You are Susie, and I am Dan. Want some of my

special fish, Susie?"



Dan held out a large piece of the hot, freshly cooked fish towards

Susie. She remained in place, about fifteen feet away.



"Come on, it's really good!" encouraged Dan.



"Errrreeee?" asked Susie.



Dan smiled. "Here," he called, tossing the piece of fish into the

water towards Susie. As the fish piece flew towards her, she quickly

dove and swam out of the way. The fish splashed into the water and

floated as Susie surfaced a few feet away from it.



"Try it," called Dan. "It won't hurt!"



Susie slowly faced the fish. Dan heard her making creaking noises, and

she circled it a few times. Finally she took it in her mouth, and

appeared to swallow it.



Dan was elated. "Did you like that?" he asked.



Susie just studied him for a moment. Then she flipped up a foot or so

into the air and then landed on her side. There was a large splash,

which arced to the beach and soaked Dan. He stood there for a moment,

startled and dripping. Then Susie surfaced near the mouth of the cave.



"Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!" she laughed. Then she dove and was lost to sight.



Dan paused, confused. Then he yelled after her. "FINE! See if I ever

give you my fish again!" Then he returned near his fire, which was far

enough from the water to avoid the spray, and removed his clothes to dry

them. He grumbled slightly as he finished his meal.



He realized that he had been looking forward to making friends with

the dolphin. As he thought about it, he realized that maybe Susie had

only been trying to make friends in her own way, too. He supposed his

reaction to the water might have looked pretty funny to a water animal,

after all. He also considered that maybe she wasn't really laughing,

but dismissed that thought. Laughter, he thought, is pretty universal.



With a good-humoured grin, he resolved to continue trying to make friends

with his neighbor, Susie the dolphin.



He awoke from a sound sleep that night, unsure as to why he woke up. Then

he heard a splash from the pool, and looked over.



"Su-SIE!" he yelled. "You woke me up again."



To his surprise, Susie surfaced again, about ten feet from the shore.

He couldn't clearly see her in the dark, but he could make out where

she had surfaced and was watching him, her head just out of the water.



"Just what do you find so interesting about me?" asked Dan, curious.

Susie didn't respond, but continued to watch him.



Dan stood up, slowly, and approached the water. Susie turned to keep

watching him, but remained in place. Dan hesitated at the shore, then

started to wade into the water.



"Want to meet me half-way?" he asked, stopping when the water was just

past his waist. Susie remained still, now only about five feet away. Dan

could now clearly see her face, and her bright, aware eyes. Faintly,

through the water, he could make out where her tail was slowly swishing

back and forth, holding her in place. He looked back up at her.



"Come on," he called. He reached towards her, and she backed off,

quickly. But she kept her head above the water, and her eyes on him.

Dan sighed, frustrated.



"Please," he pleaded, looking her in the eye. He suddenly realized

an incredible lonliness, and he desperately wanted to make contact.



He took a few steps towards her, and she remained in place. He lifted

his feet off the bottom and started to tread water. As soon as he started

to swim towards her, she flipped over and jumped into the water. He

caught a glimpse of her tail re-entering the water, and she swam off

towards the exit.



"Ohh," he sighed, disappointed. As he was about to turn back to the

beach, he saw her resurface at the exit of the cave.



"Eeee-ooooo," she whistled. Then she was gone.



Dan went back to the beach and laid down, very discouraged. The

loneliness of his situation had hit him with a sudden force that he

was wholly unprepared for, and he badly wanted someone to hold. But

despite how he felt, he soon managed to sleep.



She came back again the next day, as Dan was sharpening a new stick into

a fishing spear. Dan heard her surface, and looked to see her toss a

large fish onto the shore from several feet out. She chattered rapidly,

and nodded her head towards him. He walked over and picked up the fish.

It was another perch, and weighed close to four pounds, far more than he

had ever caught.



"Thanks, Susie," he called. "How are you today?"



"Oooo-eeooo!" replied Susie. She nodded her head rapidly, and backed off

a few feet. Then she chattered some more.



"You're pretty excited today, Susie. What's up? You want to meet up

close today?"



Susie swam straight up out of the water, and stood in place for a few

seconds with powerful strokes of her tail, chattering at Dan. Dan was

able to admire almost her entire body. He could see her smooth, flowing

lines, and the powerful muscles running three-quarters of the length of

her body, flexing as she used her tail to balance. Then she turned to

the side, and gracefully fell back into the water. Almost instantly she

surfaced again, and continued to face him and chatter.



Dan smiled, and a warm feeling ran through his body. He entered the water

and began to wade towards Susie. Suddenly Susie became very quiet, and

backed away from him a bit.



Dan stopped, the water around his waist. "Please, Susie, don't do

this again." He took a few slow steps towards her, and the water

rapidly deepened to his chest. He didn't start to swim, not wanting to

scare her away again.



Susie stayed where she was, looking at him. She was trembling slightly,

and Dan suddenly realized how nervous she was.



"Oh, Susie, it's ok. I won't hurt you."



She suddenly submerged, but Dan could see she was still in the same

place, just under the surface. He heard the odd creaking sound he'd

heard her make when he threw the fish in, and felt a weird sensation

covering his body, as if he were standing in a mild sandstorm. He stood

absolutely still, unsure what to make of it.



Suddenly, it stopped, and Susie surfaced again.



"K-k-k-kree," sounded Susie, almost stuttering. She began to swim slowly

towards him.



Dan smiled broadly, and held his arms out to receive her. She stopped,

and looked him over again. Then, still shaking, she continued swimming

forward.



She stopped in front of him, and looked him in the eye. Dan sensed that

she was asking him not to hurt her, not to betray to trust she was

placing in his good-nature. He saw what he felt must be the same hope

that he expected was in his own eyes.



Dan slowly moved his hand forward, and, hesitating, reached to stroke

her beak. She swam back a few inches, then, seemed to change her mind.

She very slowly swam forward again, until Dan was able to run his fingers

lightly over her beak. Her skin was incredibly soft, and he gently stroked

her mouth, and ran his hand up onto her rounded melon.



After a few moments she seemed a lot more at ease, and Dan was thrilled.

She swam small, slow circles around him, allowing him to run his hand

down her entire body. She moved closer and closer until her body was

rubbing against his as she circled him. On impulse, Dan wrapped his

arms around her, and hugged her.



She wrapped her flippers around his sides, and rubbed his skin lightly.

He rubbed her back as he held her.



"Oh, Susie! You were just as lonely as I was! It's okay now, we're

both okay now."



He ran his hand down her back a bit, feeling her firm dorsal fin.

Then he ran his hand a little lower, and the soft smooth skin gave way

to a rougher, tough area.



"What's this?" asked Dan, releasing Susie. She stayed close to him, and

he walked a few steps to get a look at her back. An evil-looking oval

of teeth marks several inches across marred her otherwise near-perfect

skin. It appeared to be a fairly old scar, now healed, but Dan could see

it would mark her for life.



"Ohh, you poor thing," cooed Dan. "Nasty shark bite."



"Ooooreee!" agreed Susie, turning to face him again. Dan resumed stroking

her face and back.



"Where are all your friends?" he pondered aloud. "Why are you here

giving comfort to a silly creature like myself, anyway?"



"Aaaeee-ooo," replied Susie, rubbing close to Dan.



"You're right," answered Dan. "What does it matter? As long as we are

both happy."



Over the next few days Susie stayed with Dan almost continuously, and

proved to be very demanding of his time. Dan often found sleeping

difficult, as Susie didn't ever seem to do more than nap occasionally.

But after much insistance on his part, Susie seemed to accept that Dan

required more continuous sleep than she did. She still revealed an

almost child-like impatience, never letting him sleep more than a few

hours before waking him with a loud, continuous chatter.



Susie more than made up for the inconvenience by helping Dan immensely

with his fishing. At first she provided the fish for Dan complete,

and Dan had a hard time understanding how she got the fish without any

kind of obvious damage, like tooth marks. But after a while she showed

him. She found the fish, and pointed her beak at one. Dan would hear

a sudden loud sound, sort of a crack, from the water, and the fish would

suddenly flex, and then remain stunned for Dan to spear it. Susie would

then catch and eat one for herself. Dan had found that she didn't really

like his cooked fish as much as the fresh ones she caught for herself.

Dan was very happy with her, and she seemed happy with him. He'd forgotten

all about his old life in the city, and was always looking forward to the

time he would spend with Susie the next day.



Dan admired Susie for her good points. She had an offbeat sense of humour,

and yet, she seemed to be very honest. She never judged him, she never

seemed to be moody. She kept inventing new games to try with Dan, and

also ways to catch him off-guard, like stealing his fishing spear from

his hand as he was about to spear a fish, or leaping into the air and

knocking him into the water. She only did that once, as the impact of

her four hundred fifty pound body knocked the wind out of Dan, and he

spent a few minutes getting his breath back while she circled him

nervously, crying out.



She also had a quiet side which Dan appreciated. She would lie next to

Dan in the shallow water, and cuddle up against him while he stroked

her body, and lay content, occasionally uttering what sounded like a

sigh of satisfaction.



All in all, Dan loved Susie, and he felt that she was coming to love

him. Dan wondered what she might think of him. Next to her grace and

beauty he felt awkward, and sometimes ugly. Yet if Susie thought this,

she never let on. She always seemed happy to be with him.



About a week or so later, as Dan and Susie were laying in the shallows,

enjoying each other's company, Susie seemed a little restless. She kept

moving, pressing her entire body against Dan, and wriggling around.

She nibbled lightly on his fingers when he rubbed them by her mouth.



"What is it, Susie?" asked Dan. "Why are you so restless."



"ooo-OO!" replied Susie. She wriggled around, pressing her body against

him so they were belly-to-belly. Dan looked at her curiously.



Susie began gently flexing herself against his body, and shifting her

position against him, slowly working her way down his body.



"What are you..oh!" Dan stopped in mid-sentence, as Susie flexed against

his groin. She seemed to realize what she had found, and began to press

more urgently, and gently rub against the area.



"SUSIE!" called Dan. "This.. isn't right." Yet something, deep inside

of him, wouldn't provide the energy to make her stop.



Susie turned her head to look directly at him, a seductive spark in her

eyes. Dan could see a pinkish flush all along Susie's underside, and

felt himself beginning to respond to her caress. Having been alone for

so long, he found himself getting very aroused.



"Susie?" he asked again, but there was no longer any conflict in his

voice, he was too aroused to want to fight the feeling. Susie appeared

to sense this, and she wriggled back a bit till her face was beside

Dan's. Overcome with lust, Dan kissed her on the end of her beak. Her

soft skin against his lips excited him, and he placed his tongue in her

mouth. She responded, apparently knowing what to do, as her own tongue

met his, and wrapped around it. Dan could feel her teeth around the tip

of his tongue, and taste the salt water in her mouth, and he loved it.

He reached down and removed his weather-worn jeans, leaving him naked in

the shallow water with her. He threw them onto the beach.



She pressed against his body again, and the silken feel of her warm skin

against his own thrilled him, and he rubbed himself against her skin.

Susie made a sound that sounded very much like a moan, and they rolled

and loved together in the shallow water. Afterwards, Dan wrapped his

arms around her and soon fell asleep.



He awoke in the morning on the beach, with his legs dangling in the warm

water. He sat up and looked around. Susie was nowhere to be seen. Dan

saw his pants laying a few feet away on the sand, where he had thrown

them, and the details of what he had done the night before suddenly hit

him. He felt a confused mixture of disgust and anger at himself. He felt

very dirty, and waded into the water. He began to scrub his entire

body, trying to wash the memory away. But he felt no better when he was

finished.



What had he done? He'd had intercourse with an animal! That was

disgusting! Dan couldn't understand his own motives. Nothing could make

him that desperate, so why had he done it? What bothered him the most

what that he had actually enjoyed it. But she was just a dumb animal,

she probably didn't even realize that he was a different species. Acting

purely on instinct, and he'd reacted. Anger rose up inside of him.



Suddenly he heard a splash, and the familiar chirping of Susie popping

up to greet him. She began swimming straight for him, but he couldn't

handle the thought of touching her. He quickly waded out of the water,

and stood on the beach, facing her. She surfaced at the point where he

had been standing, and looked at him.



"Get away!" he shouted. Susie half rose from the water, and chattered

teasingly, apparently trying to understand the rules of this new game.



"I said 'LEAVE!'," Dan yelled, making shooing noises, and pointing

towards the mouth of the cave. Dan allowed his confusion-driven anger

to funnel out at Susie, and he felt it growing. Susie glanced towards

the mouth of the cave, and apparently seeing nothing of interest, turned

back to Dan. After a moment's thought, she dove under the water and

splashed a large quantity of water at him with her tail flukes. He dodged

it angrily as she surfaced again.



"Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!" she laughed.



Normally Susie's laugh would bring a smile to Dan's face, but today it

ground against his anger and guilt. He was annoyed and insulted, and

fumed at her. Susie looked at him again, measuring him up. Then, with

a seductive gleam in her eye, she rolled over to expose her underside

to him, flexing her tail in a teasing manner.



Dan's guilty feelings multiplied and exploded, and he snapped. He quickly

bent down and picked up a fist-sized rock.



"I said 'Go away', you whore!" Dan screamed. He threw the rock at her

with all his force.



The rock struck her on the side as she was rolling upright again, and

she recoiled away from it. A small stream of blood began to flow into

the water as she righted herself, and swam away from him a few feet

before rising up to face him. Her eyes were large and hurt, and Dan felt

new guilt added on to what he already felt.



"Brr-eeee?" asked Susie, looking Dan in the eye. Dan couldn't handle the

feelings anymore, and he turned away from her, silent.



"Brr-EEEE?" she asked again, more insistantly. Dan ignored her as best

he could.



After a few moments he heard her splash back into the water. Out of the

corner of his eye he saw her surface near the mouth of the cave, quietly,

and look at him again. He did not acknowledge her, and she soon turned

away and was gone.



Dan was alone with his feelings, and the anger faded quickly, leaving

only the true feelings of guilt he was experiencing. He fell to his

knees, and fought back the tears that were trying to take over his body.

He finally succumbed to them, and he fell into the sand.



Eventually the tears stopped, and Dan sat up, away from the pool. The

guilt was still there, but the pain had been dried out by the tears. He

tried to sort out his feelings, what he had done, and why.



He'd met a dolphin.. just an animal. In his loneliness he'd made friends

with her. He thought he loved her, and he'd thought she loved him. But

that was just silly, animals work on instincts, not love. He'd used her

to satisfy his lust, and that was where the problem was.



An animal! Not a loving woman, but a dumb animal! And yet, she had

responded just as intelligently as any woman he'd ever been with. She'd

been undemanding and honest with him. Was she really a dumb animal? In

his heart, he knew she was as intelligent as he was. She was creative,

friendly, and always cheerful. So why was what he had done so wrong?



The only reason he could come up with was that she was an animal. But

was that really wrong? It was not as if he'd forced her, and they'd

both been happy, or so he thought. Why had it bothered him so much?



Because it was wrong, his mind answered.



Why was it wrong?



He didn't know why. Somewhere, somehow, that's what he had been taught.

But wasn't it all about love? Sex was just about two people who loved

each other, and wanted to share each other. Susie was closer to human

than some people Dan knew. She was intelligent, and what's more, Dan

knew he really DID love her. He was sure, too, that in her own way, she

loved him too.



He'd chased her off. He'd hurt her physically with a rock, and mentally

with his actions. He'd seen that in her eyes before he turned away. She

didn't understand why he had chased her off, after she'd extended so much

trust to get close to him. Truth was, Dan wasn't really sure either. He

felt a lot of shame from his actions, and wondered if being human really

meant the shutting out of all love. Was that not the problem he'd been

complaining about only a short time ago? That people didn't just accept

and love each other for what they were? He was doing it himself,

rejecting Susie's unconditional love simply because she was not human.



To some, he reflected, that might be reason enough. But where should

the line be drawn? Love is love, whatever it's source.



Dan began to feel a lot of pain for his actions, for throwing a rock

at Susie. The flow of blood he'd caused brought anguish when he thought

about it, and he began to believe that he was no better than any other

human he'd previously de-cried.



He stood up, and approached the pool. The water was still, and he put

his hand in it and splashed a bit.



"Susie?" he called. "Susie, come back! I'm sorry."
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