It's 4:30 in the morning. A cloudy sky above has blanketed out the moon and stars. It's dark.. There's one tiny white light on the horizon in the distance off to my right, the masthead light of a boat ahead.
But at the bow, there are flashes of light and movement. 3 dolphins are playing in Tintin's bow wave, each with a fine cloak of bright phosphoresence that trails just behind them and marks their path. They dart away, then back again, swapping places, on port then on starboardside, their weaving movement appearing effortless and graceful. It looks such fun.