Just the other day, as I swam underneath Shearwater, I thought of whales - how similar - her two dark hulls suspended in the water, big and round and smooth. Today, I am convinced another creature, other than me, thought the same thing. As I sat in the cockpit, I noticed an aspect to the water that seemed different. And then, there she was, almost the exact same length of Shearwater, going the same direction and slowly, slowly sidling up - a whale! How close she came, almost touching Shearwater's side, the motion of the two in sync, elegant and smooth. Ever so gradually, hugging Shearwater's side, the whale pulled ahead and almost in slow motion crossed within inches of the port bow as though she wanted to touch. She crossed to the other bow, once again almost touching and then she dove... and was gone.