But about fifty yards away, the shape became clearer: a huge black mass, smooth and wet, like polished stone. Then he spotted it—patches of white near what looked like a fin. John’s stomach turned. “It’s got white markings,” he shouted. “Big ones. Might be an orca.”
Catherine frowned. “This close to shore?” They were now thirty yards away. The water was shallow, clear enough to see streaks of sand below. If the tide dropped any more, the animal could get stranded.