The deep sea swirling underneath, with gray shapes flickering beneath. Tapping the waves with the twee tail, her blowhole's fountain hoists the sail. Criss-crossing the deep with her son, she swirled leisurely and suavely spun. The boy on the peak sprang with glee, and named her lovingly, my 'Destinee'. She waved at him with her dorsal fin, as he hopped to the clouds with pure grin.