by Kristina England
“Don’t move... You have a killer whale to your left.”
Jesse turned her head and looked at the large mass protruding from the ocean about 500 feet away. She slowed the kayak.
He was a big sucker.
Jesse let her arms relax. Stubbornness had brought her here.
“You’ve never been sea kayaking,” Brian had said.
“So...”
“So, you could get yourself killed. This is Alaska, you know.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He sighed. “What do I have to do for you to forgive me?”
She shrugged and left him sulking on the cruise ship.
“Any chance it will move?” she asked.
The instructor shrugged. “I’m just hoping she spouts.”
“What happens then?”
“We all get a free rain shower. Lame, I know.”
“But we’re all walking out of here alive?”
“Of course. We’d have to stir up trouble for anything bad to happen.”
“And if we did?”
“Well, she’d move the whole ocean in her departure. And we’d get thrown about like ping pong balls.”
Jesse picked up her paddle and pushed forward.
“Where are you going?” asked the instructor.
“To stir up trouble.”
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