The dolphins that raced the ship for twenty minutes

Sea day, somewhere between Florida and the Bahamas. I was on the balcony working on my laptop (yes, I was working on vacation, I know) when I noticed something in the water. Dolphins. Not two or three — at least fifty, stretched across the water in a formation, matching the ship's speed. I called my wife. She called our kids. All four of us stood on that balcony watching in silence as this massive pod kept perfect pace with Carnival Celebration. They were jumping, spinning, playing in the bow wave. My eight-year-old whispered 'they're racing us' and nobody corrected him because it genuinely looked like they were. They stayed with us for twenty minutes before veeling off toward the horizon. My son talks about it every single day.