The dolphins are taking us somewhere human beings have never dreamed about. I’m sure that even Faro could never survive here, if he weren’t riding with the dolphins. The world outside the current goes by in a blur. We can’t see or hear or feel anything except the pressure of the current sweeping us along with it, and the strong, supple backs of the dolphins that carry us. Most of the time we can’t talk, and the others are hidden by surges of foam. I have to trust that Conor, Faro and Elvira are still with me, racing alongside but out of sight. Sometimes, if the current we’re riding starts to slacken, the dolphins swerve sideways, searching for the pulse of faster water. For a second or two we’re slow enough for me to catch sight of Faro, his hair swirling in the tumult of water as his dolphin shoots past on my right. Conor is always looking out for me. A smile of relief breaks over his face when he sees that I’m still close to him and still all right. I smile back and try to wave, but the water’s too strong.
