The Dolphin Business

The Dolphin Business

“Dad, when are the dolphins coming out?”

Dolphins were one of the main attractions of this place.

In fact, the whole reason I had chosen this destination was because my son loved dolphins so much. It was the perfect place for the two of us to visit.

What's more, I had heard that pink dolphins could be seen here as well. Since this would be my son's first time seeing dolphins in person, I was sure it would become a wonderful memory for him.

“Don't worry. They'll be out any minute now. Go stand over there. When the dolphins come out, I'll take a picture of you with them.”

“Yes, Dad!”

My son eagerly imagined what the dolphins would look like, his excitement growing at the thought of finally meeting them.

That little rascal. Is he really that happy?

Just imagining how thrilled he would be when he actually saw them brought a smile to my face.

Just as his excitement seemed ready to overflow, the seawater reflected in his eyes began to turn red.

Something crimson was gradually spreading through the blue water, its color dissolving into the sea.

That was when I caught a faint glimpse of a dolphin swimming up from the depths.

My son must have spotted it too, because he immediately began pointing toward it.

The dolphin he was pointing at with his tiny hand appeared larger and larger as it approached the surface.

“Dad! Look at that!

I think we're finally going to see the dolphins!

Dolphin! Dolphin! Come here! Hurry!”

My son leaned against the railing of the boat, waving his hand toward the dolphin he was about to meet.

“Yeah, looks like they'll be coming out any second now. But don't lean too far over the railing. It's dangerous.”

While my son peered down into the water, I noticed a line of fishing boats approaching directly ahead of us.

The boats hauled the dolphins out of the water so that my son, I, and the other tourists could get a closer look at them.

And there it was.

A dolphin that was truly pink!

The reddish water, which had only moments ago begun to fade as its color dispersed into the sea, was once again regaining its vivid crimson hue, thanks to the fresh streams of red dripping from the dolphins.

A sea stained with blood.

And pink dolphins being dragged out of its depths.

Although I had come on this trip for my son and myself, I simply couldn't help admiring my friend's brilliant business idea.

Not only did he provide us with unforgettable memories, but he even gave out wallets made from dolphin skin as complimentary souvenirs for the tourists.

With a business like this, how could he possibly fail?