Mariah Carey Boat Design Company

chapter 4

4- Dr. Obama and The Mystic Dolphins

This is an additional lore chapter. You may skip it, for it does not add anything to the story, but if you are not a poopass you might like to read it. This is entirely up to you.

March 14, 1945.

My small boat has made it to the Mariana trench. Ever since it was sounded in 1875 I have wanted to come here. If I were to die in this very location I would have no complaints. If any other human finds this journal and I have died, please give it to my wife so she knows I will be at peace with the trench. * This journal did not ever reach his wife.

I see bluish-gray fins grace the water. I believe I have companions in this empty land. I hope they do not leave me. So far I have counted 14 cetaceans, each fin looks similar to one another and I am unable to identify each individual. It is unusual for them not to have any scars or rake marks. They make no sound, and have never once revealed their flukes to me. Each animal is very curious about the boat and they often try to knock on the bottom with their powerful bodies.

March 15, 1945.

I have seen the face of these creatures at last! I never expected to see a bottle-nosed dolphin come this close to my boat without fleeing. It was hours after sunset, I was about to go to sleep when two beady white eyes stared at the journal in my hands.

I have called the first dolphin number 1. I must not get attached to them. It would be defying my duties.

I wish Michelle Obama was here. She would like it. But she is scared of sailing. I think she could get over it. The First Lady must not be afraid.

1 opened its wide jaws for me to see. Its teeth consist of several rows pointing inwards, which was very unusual. I may have misinterpreted what I was seeing in the dark, or perhaps this is just a mutation. I'm waiting on the other dolphins to get used to me so I can verify.

March 16, 1945.

Number 1 is the only dolphin that is brave enough to work with me. The others try to hide from me or quickly dart away once I make them know they're noticed. The dolphins here are patrilineal, obeying Number 1 (male) yet keeping a good distance from him.

Number 1 snapped his jaws at me to grab my attention today. It was dark, and the sound surprised me. It is not easy to scare the president. I am impressed.

1 dropped a crab onto the boat. This is unusual. There is no seafloor I know of that would have these. When I tried to grab it, he snapped at my wrist, just inches away. Something in his eyes tells me he was not trying to bite me. The control they possess over their bodies is greater than any human i've ever seen.

Number 1 has a jagged, grayed rostrum with many scars from battles I can only dream of knowing. Its teeth are not conical, but serrated and the multiple curled rows suggests that they are a modified scale like a shark's. This is very unusual. I don't know what to think about this animal. I very well may be the only human to ever know about them.

Its nostrils are protected by a hard structure. On its upper lip there are many pores like a shark's ampullae of lorenzini. This animal must be capable of everything!

March 17, 1945.

I am deeply terrified. A 'Dolphin' now named 2 greeted me at the boat this morning. Same size as 1, same color, similar behaviors to the others in the pod, however it had the face of a man. Its eyes were entirely white with wide unblinking pupils. Its skin was eerily smooth and bluish-gray with flecks of green dotting his cheeks. 2 looked at me and opened his jaws. His teeth were needlelike. It is a horror unknown to see something so human act like this. I must not feel fear on this boat, but I often worry about how close these dolphins are to humans. Humans are malicious and destructive. These creatures may be as well.