Mike heard the mournful whale song. sighed and turned around, away from the cabin on the boat and looked out to sea.
Every time he heard it, he thought of her. What it would be like if Eleven was his? He knew he was the alpha male amongst his lifelong friends, and for sure he'd had genuine offers, but his heart belonged to Eleven. She was shy and had never really approached him, much to Mike's disappointment. He would have gladly accepted her friendship, her love, her sorrow.
He was always going to be hers. But the group he was in, had rules and like it or not he would follow them.
What if just this once he could let her know how he felt? His group would be angry for sure, they might even banish him, but Mike was willing to take that chance. His heart ached when he thought of her being out amongst the rest, alone and not knowing she was loved.
She was loved! Mike loved her. The rest of the group be damned, he was going to tell her!
Mike took a huge breath and dove deep under water.
He blasted out a baritone resonating whale song for Eleven. He told her he loved her, and that he was hers forever. It was a promise.
Eleven responded with her own song in jubilant elation, and Mike knew she was making her way towards him in the murky depths.