Short Story
Kwanzaa's Dolphins
The well-built seafaring ancient dhow, MvDestiny, left the port city of Haven of Peace on a full moon night, for the famous Swahili port town of Heartdrop to celebrate the festival of Kwanzaa. She steered from her sanctuary on serene motion, passing larger liners, and titanic cruise ships, anchored at sea. Navigating out to the open sea the same route she has taken since her christen, half century ago. Destiny's passengers were already in a festive and joyous mood, singing and dancing in their native Swahili beat telling of the first harvest celebrations. The stars were dazzling and glittery, and the calm night sky was showing off her bright full moon when a sudden change in weather started lashing violent Thunder, heavy rain and colossal tidal waves. By midnight, half way through her twenty-five mile journey, it appeared the vessel was tilting down on the left side with her over-capacity human cargo on board. Destiny was taking in water. Nevertheless, her experienced Captain shrugged the startled occurrence sailing with shrill risk of speed. Captain was an Islander and tall, his shoulder length curly black hair parted exactly dressed in a full piece, blue overall with his trademark binoculars always dangling on his chest. For a few moments, he stood steadily watching the passengers as they frantically struggled to keep themselves still from the pounding of the waves.
