Prelude:
The young dolphin had stayed home that day from school. His cold had worsened and after some convincing, his mother agreed to let him stay with her. He was 8 and a bit small for his age. He had big, bright brown eyes and a thin, sleek dolphin body that was a bit small for his age.. He had never made if far socially in school. He didn't have any friends and spent his days there as a quiet loner. He was happy he was sick today. For once, he wasn't alone all day. His mother had no choice but to spend time with him, and since his older sister wasn't sick and at school, he had nothing to seperate them. His sister was pretty much the opposite of him. She was very popular and a social queen. Their mother clearly favored her, though she still loved her son very much. Their mother was a bit depressd, sporting the scars of aging on her weary body. Francis had never known his father. Doris did, however, but had very fuzzy memories. Their mother was honestly stressed and tired from raising the two of them alone.
Francis clung to his mother's side as they swam further away from shore. He talked to her, as they swam, about traveling the world someday, leaving thier tiny, boring, Japenese cove behind. She gave him a smile and a warm, "Maybe someday, sweetie" and surfaced for air. While they were there at the surface for a few short seconds, Francis noticed a few things. They sky had darkened to an almost black grey. Lightning strikes light the grery up every now and then in the distance. The waters were alot rougher. He could feel a scarily huge wave come up beneath them. His mother felt it, too. Terrified, she hugged her son tightly and dove below the surface as fast as she could.
But it was too late.
They wave pushed them up foricively and threw them into the cold, wet air. The two of them slammed against a hard, sleek, white surface and Francis was knocked out of his mother's was slipping back toward the water when something caught him. A net. He had heard stories around their cove about the nets and the boat that held never had ended well. He screamed for his mother, who was just realizing what was happening before her. She leapt up and grabbed hold of the net, bitting it and trying to pull it away. A large, pointed stick was thrown at her from the boat. Francis screamed and cried as he saw his mother's pupils widen in horror. The spear went clean through her head. Her grasp loosened and her lifeless body fell into the now red water. The boy bit at the net, determined to save his mother, but two, large, strong hands yanked him out and threw him into a hard, metal cage with a few rotten fish.
Tears blurred his vison as he felt the boat sail away from the floating remains of what was left of his dear mother. Francis curled up into a ball and sobbed himself to sleep not knowing of what would become of him in the near future.