As it passed close to the bow, one of the deckhands noticed something strange.
There was something on its back. It wasn’t seaweed. It wasn’t a scratch or scar. It looked like a bundle. Tangled. Possibly something stuck to it.
The crew rushed to the other side as the orca passed again. The bundle shifted with the water, clinging to its back, unmoving. Nobody said a word. They just stared.