# Susie.

Author: CetaceanLover23
Tags: Death, Dolphin, Female, Heartbreak, Human, Love, Male

Reread the description at the beginning.

_ **This was a story that was posted on the "Delphinophilia" blogspot a while back. Although the blog has since been gone for a while now. But thankfully, I saved the page on a flash drive and for those who have wanted to re-read it, now is your chance: Your welcome, and enjoy.** _  
  
_ **Disclaimer: I did not write this. All credit goes to the author whom I don't know the name to.** _

Susie  
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"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  
sealooking 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 she rolled her body to  
allow him access to her.  
  
Dan reached down with his hand, and felt her vaginal opening. It was very  
slick, lubricated with Susie's own juices, and he moved his fingers to  
enter her. Her powerful muscles quickly seized them, squeezing and pulling  
and Dan moved his fingers back and forth to stimulate her. Dan reached up  
with his thumb, and found her clitoris, a small, firm lump at the top of  
her slit. He began to rub it lightly, and Susie responded by pressing her  
body more firmly against him, and his fingers.  
  
Very excited at this point, Dan removed his fingers, and slowly inserted  
his penis into her. Instantly her muscles clamped down on him, and began to  
massage and stimulate him. Susie pressed hard against him, forcing him all  
the way in quickly, and he moaned in pleasure.  
  
He had felt nothing like this anywhere else, the powerful and automatic  
massage was better than anything else he had ever felt. He began to move  
back and forth, slowly and rhythmically, and Susie moved slightly in rhythm  
with him. She rubbed the sides of his body with her flippers, and he  
wrapped his legs around her tail, and could even better feel her smooth  
muscles through her silky-soft skin.  
  
Dan soon realized that he could only hold back for a few more seconds, and  
suddenly Susie stiffened her body, and the contractions in her vagina  
increased in intensity. Dan came at the same time, and then relaxed,  
letting himself lay on her body. After a few seconds he pulled out and  
rolled off her, allowing her to roll herself upright again. 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."  
  
The pool remained still, and Dan continued for twenty minutes before  
finally deciding that she wasn't coming back. He went to the spring, and  
used the fresh water to wash off his face.  
  
The next few days were quiet and lonely for Dan, and he realized just how  
big a difference Susie had made in his life. Fishing was not only more  
difficult, he just didn't feel like trying. It just didn't feel right  
anymore, since Susie had actually made getting his daily meal enjoyable.  
Dan spent a lot of his time moping around, wondering why he had been so  
cruel to her, or splashing the water, calling for her. He even tried  
sticking his face under the water and calling her name, but it all seemed  
to be for nothing. Susie never answered. More than once Dan awoke from a  
sound sleep, sure that he heard her, but he never saw her, nor even a  
ripple in the pond to indicate that she had been there. He felt she was  
gone forever.  
  
An odd rising, then falling, wailing sound woke Dan up one night, and he  
looked around in the dark for the source. His eyes, quickly adjusted to the  
dim light of the night, quickly picked up a shape on the beach, and he  
recognized it as a dolphin.  
  
"Susie?" he whispered, getting up to run over to it. The wail sounded  
again, coming right from the dolphin.  
  
As he approached her, he saw a shaft, roughly a foot long with a ragged  
end, sticking out of her back. Dan carefully ran his hand down her back,  
around the shaft. He soon felt the roughness of the healed shark bite, and  
knew it was indeed Susie.  
  
"Oh, Susie! What happened to you? Just a moment, I've got to stoke the  
fire. I need light!"  
  
He splashed some water onto her back, and rubbed her lightly. Then he ran  
to the dying fire and threw a few dry leaves on it. Blowing gently on it,  
he quickly had a flame going, and added to it with more dry leaves, and  
then some sticks. Quickly, he ran back to Susie, and examined the shaft in  
the flickering light.  
  
It had been a hand-thrown wooden-shafted spear, and the shaft had broken  
off. The point penetrated into her skin, he wasn't sure how far. The blood  
around the wound had already largely dried, and yet, a small flow  
continued. Susie moved in discomfort as he felt the shaft.  
  
"It's ok, Susie. I'm going to help you. I don't know how, but God knows,  
I'm going to help you."  
  
Susie's voice was weak, and yet, somehow urgent as she vocalized a question  
in reply.  
  
"brr-e-ee?" she asked.  
  
Dan recognized the question that she'd asked before, and it seemed so long  
ago. All his anguish and guilt came out, and he wrapped his arms around  
her, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.  
  
"Yes, Susie, yes! I love you, and I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm  
so sorry! Please, you have to get better, I couldn't forgive myself if you  
died!"  
  
"ee-eooo," replied Susie, weakly. Her eyes closed, briefly, and then opened  
again, and she tried to move, but she was obviously very weak.  
  
"Don't try to move," Dan told her, standing up. He wiped his eyes dry, and  
took another look at the spear.  
  
"We have to get that out," he said. "I don't know how deep it is.." He  
turned to look Susie in the eye. "It's going to hurt, and it's going to  
bleed. Please know that I'm trying to help you. I don't want to hurt you,  
but I have to."  
  
Susie replied with a weakly rising whistle. Dan hoped that it was a sign of  
understanding. He walked over to the fire and took a stick, about the same  
size as the spear, which was burning well on one end. He walked back to  
Susie. She didn't move.  
  
"I'm going to try to use this to cauterize the wound, Susie. I'm hoping it  
will stop the bleeding, okay?"  
  
Susie only blinked. Her eyes were cloudy with pain, and Dan realized that  
he had to act quickly.  
  
"Okay." He went over to the side where the spear was, and wiggled it  
slightly to try to determine it's depth and how securely it was lodged.  
Susie whistled her rising-falling tone again, weakly.  
  
"Susie, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hurt you. Please, I'm doing the best I  
can."  
  
The spear wasn't as deep as he'd previously feared, just over an inch into  
her flesh. He saw that the point was metal, and had short barbs on it. He  
also saw that his movement had started the blood flowing more freely. Dan  
ran back to his bed and grabbed the remains of his shirt, which he had been  
using as a pillow. He soaked the shirt quickly in the spring, and ran back  
to Susie.  
  
"I'm trying, Susie, I really am. Please hang on."  
  
Susie uttered a weak moan. Dan rubbed her back lightly.  
  
"I'm going to try to remove the spear now."  
  
He turned to her, and began to tilt the spear to free one of the barbs,  
hoping not to make the wound much worse than it was. Susie flinched, and  
Dan let go quickly, trying not to drive the spear in.  
  
"Susie, please try to stay still!"  
  
He continued working on the spear, trying not to cause Susie much pain.  
Sweat began to bead on his forehead with his concentration, and his heart  
pounded as he saw the increased flow of blood.  
  
Finally, he had to spear ready to remove. He glanced at the stick, which  
had burned out. It was too late to get another now, he'd have to make do  
with a bandage.  
  
"Here goes," he whispered. He pulled the spear free from Susie's side. She  
flinched again, and he quickly slammed the shirt against the wound and  
folded it into a pad.  
  
The flow of blood was not as much as he'd expected, but he was somewhat  
concerned by it anyway. He held the pad firmly against the wound, hoping to  
slow or stop the bleeding quickly. He rubbed her side and spoke quietly to  
her, and she remained quiet. He thought that she seemed to be in less pain,  
though.  
  
After a few minutes, he cautiously removed the shirt. The blood flow had  
slowed to a small trickle. Dan washed the shirt in the spring, and lightly  
rubbed the cool water all over Susie's body. He almost thought she smiled  
at him as he rubbed down her face, and he felt that everything would be all  
right. After he rubbed her down so she was sufficiently damp, he returned  
his pressure to the wound.  
  
He kept up this pattern for about an hour, until he felt the wound had  
stopped bleeding enough to be safe. It was much smaller a wound than he had  
thought it would be, but still, he realized that if he hadn't removed the  
spear that Susie would likely have died from it.  
  
"Why would anyone try to hurt someone as beautiful as you?" asked Dan.  
  
Susie moved her head up towards him, looking for more personal attention,  
and Dan obliged by rubbing her beak and melon. "Susie, I'm sorry I chased  
you away, please don't leave me again. I really thought about it, and I  
couldn't think of any sensible reason why we can't be friends...and lovers.  
I really need you in my life."  
  
Susie replied with a light whistle, and Dan was content. "Let's get you  
back into the water, you can't stay on the beach with me."  
  
Susie was soon enough back in the water, and resting in the shallows. The  
water and the movement had opened the wound up a bit, but there was very  
little new blood, and Dan felt that she would actually be all right now. He  
was glad, and he hugged her.  
  
Dan slept in the shallows, as near to Susie as he could, for a short while.  
He woke up, and looked over at Susie, still resting. She was sitting on the  
bottom, though there was enough water for her to move.  
  
"Susie?" asked Dan. "Are you all right?"  
  
Susie replied with a weak whistle. Dan realized that she would need a few  
days to get her strength back, if she moved too much now she might rip the  
wound wide open again. He'd have to get food for her.  
  
He gathered up his spear. He considered using the spear that he had pulled  
out of Susie, but he couldn't bring himself to touch it. The thought of  
using it himself disgusted him. He made a mental note to bury it somewhere  
later.  
  
"Susie, stay here and rest. I have to get some food for both of us."  
  
She looked up at him. He saw a depth in her eyes that he hadn't realized  
before, and something that implied love and trust, and most of all,  
understanding. He shook his head, unsure as to whether what he saw was real  
or not. He gave Susie another hug, and a kiss on the melon.  
  
"I'll be back soon," he promised. Then he waded into the water and swam out  
of the cave.  
  
He began his fishing with a renewed vigour and purpose that he hadn't  
experienced in anything he'd ever really done before. Someone was counting  
on him, and he couldn't let her down. He wouldn't let her down.  
  
He reached the best fishing spot, off a point of the island. Susie had  
brought him to this spot before, but now he would have to catch the fish  
himself. He moved slowly, and smoothly, so as to not alert the fish that  
were in the area.  
  
Then he saw one, a big one. It was moving slowly nearby, almost ignoring  
him. Dan stopped, watching it. He'd let fish like this escape him in the  
past, but not this one. It was a start.  
  
The fish paused, testing the waters. Dan tensed up, readying himself for a  
lunge if the fish should take off.  
  
The fish seemed to decide that all was well, and continued meandering  
around, looking for food.  
  
Dan struck, jabbing his spear smoothly and skillfully into the water. He  
raised it up, hoping beyond hope.  
  
He had it!  
  
Things went well for Dan. He caught three fish in total, then decided he  
had better get back and check on Susie.  
  
She was roughly where he had left her, but she had turned around to watch  
the mouth of the cave. He felt the sandstorm effect on his body when he  
swam in, then heard a slightly weak whistle of greeting.  
  
"Hi Susie," he called, "I have dinner!"  
  
She whistled back, and started to wriggle out of the shallows to swim  
towards him.  
  
"Stay there," called Dan, stopping. "Don't hurt yourself, I'll bring it to  
you."  
  
She seemed to understand, and stopped moving. Dan swam up to her, and laid  
out the fish on the beach. Susie was trying to turn around again, and Dan  
picked up the biggest fish and waded into the water in front of her, so she  
could see him.  
  
"This one is for you, Susie. It's my turn to give you a present."  
  
He offered it to her, and she opened her mouth. He carefully placed the  
fish in her mouth, and she seemed to taste it for a moment before closing  
her mouth and swallowing it.  
  
"Good.. good. You're eating! Wait! I'll get you another one."  
  
Dan waded back to the shore and grabbed the other two fish. He brought them  
back in front of Susie, and offered her another. She hesitated, then took  
it.  
  
"You must really be hungry, Susie. How long since you ate? Do you want the  
last one?"  
  
Susie did not open her mouth for the third fish, turning her head away from  
it.  
  
"What's wrong, Susie? Are you full?"  
  
Susie replied by lifting her head towards him, a movement Dan had come to  
realize meant that she wanted him to pet her, and he happily obliged.  
  
"Susie, I'm so glad you'll be all right."  
  
The wound healed quickly over the next few days, and a week later only a  
small scar showed where the spear had penetrated. Dan had also noticed a  
small scar where he had struck her with the rock, and it served as a  
constant reminder to him. He apologized to Susie for it countless times,  
and she always responded by lifting her head, asking him to pet her. She  
seemed to forgive him, but Dan was unsure if he'd ever fully forgive  
himself.  
  
Most times with her were very happy, however. They quickly got back into  
their old routine - him trying to sleep, and her waking him after a few  
hours. When awake, they spent most of their time together. Susie  
occasionally went off on her own, but she never seemed to be gone for more  
than an hour or so. Dan did wonder what she did when he was sleeping, but  
he suspected that she tried to amuse herself, and woke him up when she ran  
out of ideas.  
  
One day, while they were in the shallows, Susie began trying to arouse him  
again. Dan pulled back, and stopped rubbing her body. She looked at him,  
curiously, and wriggled towards him again, and again Dan pulled back.  
  
"Beeeeeeee?" asked Susie. She didn't seem to understand.  
  
Dan thought hard, and was silent for several minutes. He wasn't sure if he  
was ready for this again. Even though he'd convinced himself that it was  
merely an act of love, somehow it still didn't seem right.  
  
"Susie, I don't know if you can understand this, but I'm not ready yet."  
  
She looked at him, and the question in her eyes dissolved. She moved her  
flipper lightly up the side of his chest, and then drew it away from his  
body. She then moved back so that she was laying nearly face-to-face with  
him again, and looked him close up in the eye. From a slight distance she  
could look straight at him, but close up she had to use only one eye to  
look at him, and she did so now. Dan had realized that whether she used one  
eye or two, she was still looking with the same intensity, still trying to  
convey to him what she was feeling in her mind and in her heart.  
  
Somehow, looking into her eye, he realized that she understood, and  
accepted him. He thought that she was telling him that she would wait as  
long as it took for him to be ready. Dan laughed and hugged her, rolling  
her over in the shallow water.  
  
She squealed with happy surprise, and started to rub herself against him,  
but he drew away.  
  
"No, Susie, I'm not ready."  
  
She stopped, and uttered a lower falling tone whistle, and a few clicks.  
She sounded very disappointed.  
  
"I'm sorry, Susie. I have to be ready for this. I wasn't ready last time."  
  
He got off her, and helped her roll upright again. Then he did not touch  
her.  
  
"Brr-eee?" asked Susie, quietly.  
  
Dan turned to her, wishing he knew exactly how to tell her why he wasn't  
ready, wishing he knew himself. The language Susie understood best was the  
language of his touch, and his caresses. Body contact was important to her,  
and he could understand how such a custom might lead to frequent sexual  
acts. But he'd only really accepted the touching for now, he felt that he  
couldn't go further yet... and accept it.  
  
"Susie, yes, you know I love you." He ran his fingers lightly down her  
back, away from the rough tissue of the shark bite, down to her flukes,  
then back up to the top of her melon again. Then, on impulse, he started to  
massage the muscles of her back and tail.  
  
She seemed to love it, and she arched her back into his hands, as he rubbed  
and massaged her. Her skin was soft, and her muscles were firm as he  
stretched and squeezed them. Susie uttered a few warbling tones of  
pleasure, and Dan smiled. He continued massaging her, slowly working his  
way down towards her flukes, and across her entire body. When he reached  
her flukes, he reached underneath and began to massage her underside. She  
rolled over a bit to make it easier for him.  
  
Dan hesitated a moment when she rolled over, then continued massaging,  
avoiding her vagina. He looked up at her face, and thought for a moment  
there was a playful gleam in her eye, one that said "Next time I'll get  
you!"  
  
Dan chuckled. "Maybe next time you will," he replied.  
  
The next few weeks were pretty routine. Susie didn't try to push herself on  
him anymore, she just lay next to him in the shallows and cuddled with him,  
like she usually did. Dan appreciated that she was so patient, and vowed  
silently to himself that he would make her happy one day soon.  
  
Dan gradually felt his acceptance of Susie, and his love for her, growing  
stronger and more certain. Her gentle and unconditional acceptance of him  
fed the flames of his love. Not once was she ever angry with him, and she  
was never away from him for more than a few hours. At the same time Dan  
began to subconsciously recognize more and more of Susie's gestures and  
movements, and he could almost always tell what was on her mind, or what  
she wanted to tell him. He still spoke to her, but he knew that she  
understood by his tone, his gestures, and his touch, far more than by the  
words he spoke. In much the same way, this was how he understood her.  
  
One night, Dan had a dream. He'd been on the island with Susie for five or  
six months, and it caught him off-guard, because he dreamt of Kathy. In the  
dream she was married to him, and they were cuddling on the couch in his  
living room. They began kissing heavily, and he removed her top. She was  
not wearing a bra, and her large breasts fell out, and he kissed and  
massaged them. He removed her pants, and kissed her while she removed his  
shirt and pants. Then he drew close to her, and wrapped his arms around  
her, holding her tight against his body as he kissed her. He lightly ran  
his hand down her back, and suddenly felt the rough tissue of Susie's  
healed shark bite. It didn't bother him in the dream, that Kathy had  
suddenly become Susie, and he continued kissing and rubbing her as he had  
been.  
  
Suddenly they were on the beach, and he was making love to her. Susie was  
uttering her half-squeal and half-moan of pleasure, and Dan could almost  
feel her skin against his.  
  
He felt that he'd finally crossed the boundary in his mind that had held  
him back for so long. Finally he felt he could accept her love in all it's  
forms... that it didn't matter if Susie was human or dolphin, because they  
loved each other.  
  
He woke up, erect and sweating. He knew now that he was ready to be a  
complete partner with Susie. But he would wait until later to show her, he  
didn't want lust to be his drive as much as his love. He closed his eyes  
again, ignoring the throbbing in his loins, and was soon asleep again.  
  
Naturally, he didn't sleep much longer before Susie's impatient chatter  
woke him up. He rubbed his eyes and sat up wearily.  
  
"I don't believe it, Susie. You let me sleep in today by what, ten, fifteen  
minutes?"  
  
"REEEE-oo!" replied Susie happily. Dan chuckled and went into the water.  
  
She swam up to him, and he hugged her tightly against his body. He gave her  
a quick kiss on the end of her beak. Susie backed off, and keeping her head  
above the water, spun around a few times, then fell into the water in a  
mock swoon. Instantly she was poking her head up again, looking at him for  
approval.  
  
"Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!" she laughed.  
  
Dan chuckled, too. "Where did you learn that one?" he asked. Susie merely  
swam back up to him, and wrapped her flippers around his body in another  
embrace. Dan hugged her back.  
  
"So, Susie," he began. "You ready for breakfast now?"  
  
Later that night, Dan and Susie lay cuddling in the shallows again. Dan  
never tired of her soft, smooth skin against his, and it seemed that she  
never tired of his company, either. Dan remembered his dream, and the  
memory aroused him slightly. He began massaging Susie's body again. Susie  
sighed, happily, and relaxed, and Dan looked up at her face. She looked  
content and happy, and Dan wondered how best to communicate his intent.  
  
Slowly, he worked his hands down to her underside, and began massaging her  
stomach area. Susie rolled onto her side a bit to give him better access,  
and as he rubbed he looked down at her vaginal slit. He watched as the lips  
parted slightly, then closed while she waved her tail slowly in the warm  
water, and he felt himself becoming more aroused.  
  
He began to work his hands down towards it, slowly, massaging fully along  
the way. When he reached it, he began to massage the area around the slit,  
staying a few inches back at first, and gradually moving his fingers  
closer. Making small circles on her skin, he began to allow himself to  
brush past the lips, and slowly, to close in on them. Susie made a small,  
happy sounding squeak, and rolled over a little more. In the shallow water,  
her vagina was almost fully out of the water, and Dan slowly inserted a  
finger, and used his thumb to rub against her clitoris.  
  
Susie closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent sigh as Dan felt her  
vaginal muscles begin to pull and massage his finger, and he moved it  
around inside her, feeling her become more and more lubricated. The area  
around her slit took on a bright pinkish color, which spread slowly up her  
belly.  
  
He bent down towards her, and began kissing her skin above the slit,  
kissing his way down towards it. Lightly at first, he licked the outside of  
her pussy lips, tasting the salt from the water and the slight tang of her  
juices. He removed his finger and allowed his tongue to probe more deeply  
for a few moments, before finding her clitoris with it, and licking and  
sucking on it.  
  
Susie was writhing and squealing in pleasure at the treatment, and Dan  
placed his finger back inside her pussy, while continuing to tease her  
clitoris with his tongue. Suddenly Susie's body stiffened slightly, and Dan  
felt her orgasm, a long, powerful contraction of her vaginal muscles  
pulling hard at his finger.  
  
He backed off, and slowly removed his finger. Susie was looking at him with  
a combination of love and lust in her eyes, and he stood up and removed his  
well-worn jeans. He laid down again next to Susie, and looked her in the  
eye a moment before kissing her again. Again their tongues met, and Dan  
felt more aroused and in love than he could ever remember being. He reached  
down, and slowly guided himself into her.  
  
They both reacted with a gasp and a sigh as he entered her, and she began  
to work on him. The sensations were even more powerful and felt even better  
than before, as her pussy stroked, squeezed and sucked on his penis. He  
thrust, slowly, letting her muscles do most of the work.  
  
He wrapped his arms around her body, feeling the love flow between them as  
their souls themselves merged into one being. Susie turned a bit, and  
wrapped her flippers around him as best she could. She then moved her tail  
up between his legs, and wrapped her flukes around one of his feet.  
  
Dan felt enveloped in love and warmth, and he let himself go, coming deep  
inside of her. Before he was done he felt her stiffen and contract more  
forcefully again, and they rested together. Dan left his penis inside of  
her as long as he could, but, finally, he lost his erection and rolled  
back, allowing Susie to pull herself upright again. She made her way over  
to him, before he had time to sit up and face her, and he stroked her face  
in his hands, gazing deeply into her eyes.  
  
"I love you, Susie. I'm going to stay with you forever."  
  
For once, Susie was quiet, apparently content to be held and pet.  
  
Days passed, and Dan and Susie were closer than they had ever been. Dan had  
found perfect happiness and all the love he had ever wanted with Susie, and  
he felt that she loved him just as much as he loved her. They spent all  
their time together, playing games, sharing quiet moments, and making love.  
Making love didn't bother Dan anymore, though Susie could be a demanding  
partner on occasion. But Dan didn't mind, he loved her so much he was  
willing to show her any way he could.  
  
Occasionally Susie would bring him things she had found, too. She seemed to  
recognize that they had come from the human world. Over time, Dan collected  
a large number of items, including a portable radio (not working, Dan  
didn't know if it was just the battery or if the water had destroyed it),  
several sets of swim fins, a snorkle, three masks, two watches, a couple  
more lighters, a jacknife, and even a few pieces of jewelery. He often used  
the fins while playing with Susie, but was uncomfortable with the snorkle  
and found the masks awkward. The knife proved very useful for cleaning fish  
and cutting spears.  
  
Over time, Dan also got better at making things out of the plants that  
populated the island, and spent many evenings building a net out of twisted  
vines, to help him catch fish more easily. He also diverted the flow of the  
fresh water, and dug a small pit high on the beach to hold the fresh water  
before it ran into the sea. Life was good. Simple, fun, and full of love.  
  
One day he and Susie had abandonded their fishing to play tag. Dan found  
that Susie was far more maneuverable and quick in the water than he was,  
and as such, he was almost always 'it'. But she stayed in a fairly small  
area to make it easier for him. It no longer amazed him how quickly she  
could pick up on new games. He was used to it, and expected it.  
  
Suddenly, she stopped, and faced away from the beach.  
  
"Susie, what is it?" ased Dan. She swam out a few feet, where the water  
dropped deeper, and Dan saw her drop her tail and point her flukes out in  
the direction she was facing. She was making the creaking noise, that Dan  
knew meant she was examining something.  
  
He looked, but saw nothing above or below the surface. He swam out to her.  
  
Susie turned quickly towards him, and uttered a single high-pitched  
whistle. She began pushing him, butting lightly against his chest.  
  
"What is it?" he asked again, urgently. Susie stopped, suddenly, and  
chattered at him, even more quickly than usual. Dan saw a look of fear in  
her eyes, and a plead that he hurry.  
  
Slightly shaken, Dan turned for the beach and began to swim. Susie came up  
behind him and started pushing on his rear. It was only a short distance to  
the shore, and with Susie's help he was on it in seconds.  
  
"Susie? ..." Dan stopped when he stood up and looked at the water. Susie  
turned too. In the distance Dan saw three triangular dorsal fins slashing  
through the surface of the water, heading roughly towards them.  
  
"Sharks!" cried Dan in recognition. Panicked, he ran back to Susie and  
leapt on her.  
  
"Come on," he cried, tugging at her. "We have to get you out of the  
water!"  
  
Susie struggled against him, whistling and chattering. She was too heavy  
for Dan to lift, and he grabbed her flukes and tried dragging her. All he  
could think was to get her onto the beach where she would be safe.  
  
The sharks had apparently detected the struggle, and had turned slightly to  
be bearing directly towards them. They were fairly close when Susie  
suddenly took action. She flicked her tail, causing Dan to lose his grip  
and fall backwards into the water. With a quick turn, she charged hard at  
Dan, and struck him. He was knocked back several feet, and landed at the  
edge of the water. The wind knocked out of him, he lay there trying  
desperately to catch his breath, as he watched.  
  
Susie then tried to flee into the ocean, but the sharks were already upon  
her, and were circling. Susie turned this way and that, but was unable to  
find an opening. Every so often the sharks darted in towards her, and she  
snapped at them, driving them back.  
  
Suddenly she charged at one, and struck it in the gills with her beak.  
Blood flowed, and the shark swam wobbily off a bit. Susie charged and  
struck again, and the shark began to sink, leaving two. The two remaining  
sharks quickened their motions, and, excited by the blood, grew more daring  
in their attacks.  
  
Susie's movements also became quicker, and more agitated, as the sharks  
still blocked her every escape attempt. She charged again, and a second  
shark sank, oozing blood from it's broken gills.  
  
The last shark took advantage of Susie's turning away from him, and  
attacked as Susie backed off from her charge. It bit down solidly on her  
flukes, and Susie screamed a loud, rising whistle. The shark shook  
violently, tearing the fins, but released her, finding no meat there.  
  
She tried to manuever for another charge, but the pain and the physical  
damage to her tail was making it difficult. Dan saw that he had to help.  
Panting, still trying to get his breath back, he grabbed his fishing spear  
off the beach, where he had tossed it to play, and leapt into the water.  
  
The shark, sensing a victory, charged again, and latched onto Susie's lower  
flank with it's huge jaws. Susie screamed again, with a loud rising then  
falling whistle of pain. The shark held on tightly as Susie shook hard,  
trying to free herself from it's grip.  
  
Dan reached them quickly, and threw his entire body into driving the spear  
into the shark's body. He struck, and the shark released it's hold, and  
began thrashing violently. It's teeth slashed Dan's chest and arms, and he  
began to bleed, but he held on. Soon the shark's thrashing slowed, then  
ceased. Dan sighed, panting, and looked around. The water was cloudy with  
blood, and he couldn't see Susie.  
  
"Susie?" he called, splashing the water. She surfaced, weakly, near him,  
then almost immediately began to sink again. Dan ran over and grabbed her,  
trying to hold her up. She whistled her pain cry again, and Dan looked at  
her side. A large chunk of her flesh had been torn off, and she was  
bleeding badly. Through the water it was hard to tell, but Dan feared it  
was even worse than first glance.  
  
"Susie! Susie!" he cried, hugging her. "I'm so sorry! This is my fault.. I  
should have left the water when you told me to! I should have trusted you!"  
  
Susie whistled weakly. Dan moved back, and tried to get a better position  
to hold her at the surface.  
  
"Come on," he said. "We have to get back to the cave. We'll be safe  
there."  
  
They finally got back into the cave. Dan found all the way that he had to  
help Susie stay near the surface, and she seemed to be in a great deal of  
pain. He felt extremely guilty, feeling that it was his fault she was hurt.  
He was also very afraid that she was going to die.  
  
He led her over to the shallow water, and then faced her. Her eyes were  
cloudy with pain, and yet, he saw a spark of love in them, too. He smiled  
for a moment, then he ran his eyes down her body and saw the blood.  
  
"Rest for a moment, Susie. I have to block the entrance, so that more  
sharks can't get in here."  
  
He took the net he had made, and strung it as best he could across the  
mouth of the cave, catching it on rocks on either side. When he was  
satisfied that it would stay, he swam quickly back to Susie, laying half in  
and half out of the water. She was laying very still.  
  
"Susie!" he yelled, frightened.  
  
She moved slightly, and opened her eyes to look at him. He saw pain, and a  
plead for help. The water around her was already red with her blood, and  
Dan felt very sick with fear. The wound was very bad, and quite large, and  
Susie was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.  
  
Dan looked wildly around the beach, and spied the remains of his shirt,  
still slightly stained from the spear, despite his efforts to clean it. He  
ran for it, and washed it off in the spring. He then grabbed a few extra  
vines, and ran back to Susie.  
  
She whistled weakly in pain as he spread the shirt over her wound, and  
began tying it on tightly with the vines.  
  
"Susie, Susie," he kept repeating. "Please be all right. PLEASE! I need  
you! I'm sorry!"  
  
She moaned slightly, and opened her eyes. She raised her head, giving him  
the 'I need attention' pose, only much more slowly and weakly than usual.  
  
"I have to finish tying this, Susie! Please!"  
  
"err--oo," she replied, very quietly. Again she raised her head, pleading  
with him with her eyes.  
  
Dan shook his head, fighting the tears and the anger.  
  
"No," he cried, "no! Susie, no! You're going to be all right!"  
  
She looked at him again, and her eyes were very sad. The cloudiness of her  
pain was in the background, and Dan could see right into her soul.  
  
"Brr-eee," she sounded, weakly. 'You love me,' read Dan. A statement, this  
time, and not a question.  
  
"Err...err-ooo," she finished. 'I love you.'  
  
In his heart, Dan knew she was dying. He could see that she knew as well.  
She was telling him goodbye. His pain surfaced with surprising force, and  
he wrapped his arms around her, laying over her. Tears poured from his  
eyes, and he called her name over and over.  
  
"Susie, no!" he sobbed. "Please don't leave me! Susie!"  
  
Susie watched him, sadness in her eyes. He felt closer to her than he ever  
had, and he heard her thoughts as if they were his own.  
  
'I'm sorry, my time is done. Thank you for being here. Thank you for being  
my mate. I loved you, always remember that. I will always be with you, in  
your heart.'  
  
Susie closed her eyes one last time. She shuddered slightly, and then  
exhaled one final sigh. Her flukes stopped moving, and she was gone.  
  
Dan's sobbing began again, with new force, and he lay with her for a long  
time, holding her, and sobbing at his loss.  
  
Dan buried Susie on the opposite beach from the attack, far from the  
sharks. In another way it felt like the best place, because Dan and Susie  
had spent evenings here, watching the sun set. Dan hadn't been sure, at the  
time, if Susie appreciated the sunsets the way he had. Now, however, he was  
sure that she had, if only because it was important to him.  
  
It took him a long time, and he cried a lot. But he was eventually  
finished. No more would he hear her happy chirp, nor feel the soft warmth  
of her caress. He looked up into the sky, tears streaming down his face,  
and prayed that she was in a good place.  
  
He looked a long time for a suitable marker, and finally found a large,  
flat rock. He struggled to drag it over to the grave, but finally got it  
there. Using the knife, he chipped an inscription.  
  
"Susie - My love, I will remember."  
  
He stood by the grave, head down, and cried some more.  
  
He spent the next few days sitting on the top of the cliff, over his cave,  
staring out at the sea. Several times, well off in the distance, he noticed  
boats speeding around. But he did not care.  
  
Once, he saw a pod of dolphins swimming past the island, a mile or two out.  
He watched them, but they did not come towards the island, and he was  
saddened.  
  
During this time, Dan did not eat, and he drank very little. His health was  
getting poor, but he did not notice, or care to notice. All he cared was  
that Susie was gone.  
  
One day he heard an odd chopping noise above the island, and he looked up,  
weakly. He watched with amazement as a helicopter approached the island,  
and stopped over the beach, lowering itself behind the trees so that Dan  
could not see what was happening.  
  
He realized with a start that it was the beach where he had buried Susie,  
and he got up, and began a weak, stumbling run towards it, to see what was  
happening.  
  
He reached the beach to see the helicopter floating on the quiet sea, on  
pontoons, and two men standing in the sand. One was just standing up in  
front of the marker when the other noticed Dan, and pointed at him. They  
were both wearing t-shirts and new blue-jeans, and the first one was  
wearing a cap. The second wore no hat, but had neatly trimmed dark hair.  
  
The man with the cap looked over, and saw Dan as he stepped out onto the  
beach. He was long unshaven, and wearing only his badly worn and faded  
jeans. He was also rather thin and pale from lack of eating over the last  
few days.  
  
"Good lord!" called the man. He ran up to Dan. "Are you alright?"  
  
Dan blinked in confusion. "Wh.. what are you doing here?" he asked. His  
voice was dry from lack of food and water.  
  
"We were flying around, out by the mainland there," the man pointed out  
over the water, "and my partner was looking around with his binoculars."  
The man with the dark hair held up a pair of binoculars. "He saw a couple  
of flashes of light from here, and we came to check it out."  
  
He handed a knife to Dan. It was the one he had used to carve the grave  
marker. "Found this in the sand. Lucky for you we came, I guess!"  
  
He grew serious for a moment. "But, I'm... sorry about your wife."  
  
"My wife?" asked Dan, absently taking the knife.  
  
"'Susie'," replied the man, pointing at the marker.  
  
"Susie," repeated Dan slowly, turning his head downward and squeezing his  
eyes to shut off the tears that were starting to flow already.  
  
"Poor guy," muttered the man with the dark hair. "Least we can do is take  
him back to the mainland."  
  
"Yup," replied the man in the cap. "Hey, buddy," he said to Dan. "Come on,  
it'll be all right. Get in the helicopter, and we'll take you home."  
  
Dan obediantly waded into the water, and the man with the dark hair helped  
him into the helicopter, seating him in the back. The other two men climbed  
into the front seats, and closed the door.  
  
They began to warm up the engine, and the machine began to make it's  
chopping sounds. The man with the cap turned back.  
  
"What's your name, buddy?" he asked.  
  
Dan paused, thinking slowly, weakly. His thoughts were still muddled with  
the pain of his loss.  
  
"My.. name," he replied. It came to him, slowly. "Dan," he stated.  
  
The helicopter lifted off the water, and began to fly across it.  
  
"Well, Dan," said the man with the cap, "my name is Doug, and that there is  
Steve."  
  
"How long were you on that island?" asked Steve.  
  
"I.. don't know," replied Dan.  
  
"Well, don't you worry," Doug told him. "We're going to have you back in  
civilization in no time!"  
  
Civilization. The word struck a chord in Dan's mind. It echoed in his head,  
looking for a place to seat itself, where it's meaning would finally be  
recognized.  
  
Finally, it found a place. Civilization. War. Suffering. Violence. Crime.  
Civilization. Guilt. Blame. Threats. Punishment. Civilization. Hatred.  
Greed. Loneliness.  
  
Dan looked up, suddenly. "NO!" he yelled. Doug and Steve looked back at  
him, startled, as he jumped up and grabbed the door handle. Dan could not  
go back to a life without love. He would not go back to a world more  
interested in making money than having love. He would take his chances in  
the ocean, where, when love happens, it's not crushed in pursuit of the  
perfect ideal or greatest profit. He opened the door, and jumped.

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