Dad's having a whale of a time.....

Delivering the news of Dad’s death to Mark (his eldest son) proved a little challenging.
He was sailing off the North West coast of Vancouver Island, seemingly out of phone contact. But, through Mark’s friends, a Haida Indian Mr B was contacted by satellite phone. From his reservation Mr B set off by kayak to cross the sound to Hot Springs cove where Mark’s yacht was anchored for the night. The message reached Mark, who immediately recalled the stupendous shooting star, which he had witnessed fall to earth the night dad died.
Mark told us that earlier in the day he had been joined by a huge and majestic whale, which swam close to the boat for miles. Mark saw the whale frolicking in the waves, flicking his magnificent tail, arching his back, then with an almighty crash he disappeared, only to return later, accompanied by a pod of baby whales!