They motored at high speed until Shannon called out for the pilot to cut the motor. A right whale surfaced next to the longboat before the motor had died down. He was perhaps twice the length of the boat. His broad, dark back rolled forward out of the water, splashing them, as he released his blowholes with a “poosh” and the air above the two adjoining holes clouded the air in v-shaped mist. Shannon’s heart lifted; to sit so close to that much gentle beauty, and majestic size and power overwhelmed her.
“Oh my god,” the pilot said. “He was so close I could have touched him. A right whale! I can’t believe it.”
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