Saving Willy

When I went to North Carolina I saved a pygmy spirm whale. We were fishing on a pier when all of a sudden a shark was spotted. About two minutes later there was only two patches of left to be seen. I gazed up the coastline and saw a whale- looking thing on the beach. I ran down there and I soon learned that this whale was injured and sick. I felt so bad for it. I promised the whale that I would stick with it until the coast gaurds took it away. When the coast gaurds came the whale got moved higher up on the beach. I sat in the sand praying for the whale. When I finished saying Hail Mary 30 times a coast gaurd named Gary came over and said, "You should be pouring water on him, my shoes are getting soaked." I shrugged and took the bucket. "To heavy?" Gary asked. I noddeed. Gary came over and helped me gently pour water over the whale. When we were done I sat down and looked at Willy. "So what's your name?" Gary asked. "Kaitlynn." I replied. "Hi Kaitlynn, I'm Gary and this is Karen," Gary said, pointing to the marine bioligist. Gary started talking to Karen and I just sat, burying my feet. After a while of silence Gary started piling up sand on my feet. By then Gary, Karen, and I were the only ones left with the whale on the beach. "So, do you think we should name him?" Gary asked. "Yeah." I said. "Well, why don't we name him Willy, after 'Free Willy'." "Okay, that's a great name." After an hour or so some more coast guards came. Gary leaned over to me. "Have you pet him yet?" "No." I said. "Go ahead, pet him." I leaned down and rubbed my hand over Willy's smooth, wet skin. "Gary, we can't take Willy anywhere until Bruce gets here." Karen told Gary. Bruce, the only man left who could rescue Willy(he had the strecther and the car), was Karen's partner. After another thirty minutes the coast gauards began to think that Bruce got lost. But sure enough, a few minutes later, Bruce arrived. Standing back, the 8 coast guards, and Bruce, lifted the tarp that Willy was laying on and............................Gary's foot got stuck in between the tarp and the strecther. Willy fell off the stretcher and onto the sand. He squirted out ink (Pgmy sperm whales eat squid, so the whales squirt ink) that burns skin, everywhere. It got on Gary's arm, and on my shoes. When they finally got Willy on the stretcher and in the car, I went up to Gary and he said, " So you see when he squirted out ink? Ouch, it burns skin." "Yeah I saw it." I said. "Well, I better go. Bye!!" I said as I ran back up the beach. It was AWSOME. BYE!!!!
P.S. This took me almost a month to write.





