She swam behind us, riding the bow waves,

Her fin slicing through the water, as she burst out of the sea.

She was arrow like, with a triangular like fin.

Diving back into the ocean, with a huge splash,

The water flying upward, falling down again.

I had lost sight of her white and gray shape.

Then I heard a squirt sound, and felt the Atlantic cold water all over my back.

I looked to she her again a few feet away from the boat, her eyes fixated on me.

They were a bight sky blue, full of mischief.

She swam closer, her body hardly making any ripples on the surface.

She popped up and slapped the water, as if she was giving it a high-five,

The water soaking me.

I could see that she was a light cloud gray on the top, snow white on the bottom.

Playfully she opened her mouth, capturing some of the clear liquid.

Looking up at me with a playful look it her eyes,

Squirted me again, making a sound, as if she was laughing,

After she had soaked me.

I then watched her drive back down, turning as if she was on a time,

Spinning like a top, jumping and diving,

As if she was hyper and had to burn off the extra energy.

Flipping, flopping, like a little kid.

Then with a very high pitched click, took off,

Zipping though the water, like a torpeado.