"No, they...they're not dangerous at all, not according to sailors. I mean, there are a few tales of overturned skiffs and the like. It's more a matter of them being so big they don't know where their tails are than malice. So they say." His voice has dropped to a hush, barely carrying over the surf.

"What?" he laughs low. "You have no idea how incredible this is, how rare to get such a view. I've been here a little over ten years, and this is my first time. Just...look."

There seem to be at least ten of them, although none of them are ever at the surface all at the same time, so it's hard to tell. A massive fluke rises spread wide and crashes down in a resounding slap and spray. Three much smaller shapes surface in the midst of the bigger ones and send up little versions of the adult's plume. "There! The babies! Can you believe anything so small can get so big?"