Coco grove. The sea. A modern examination boat cuts through the emerald waves, sailing past the shore.
Through the glass-bottom observation window, shine a pair of curious large eyes belonging to young sailor Apo.
Uncle Wan, with his full beard, stands beside him, giving instructions.
Looking out through the glass, near and far, there are clusters of beautiful coral branches and many colorful shells and conches scattered across the seabed. Groups of fish with different shapes, postures, and colors meander and chase each other among the coral clusters.
Under Uncle Wan's guidance, Apo observes while carefully taking notes.
Amidst the continuous sound of the sea waves, faint dolphin whistles can be heard. Apo listens attentively.
On the water surface, a silver-white figure flashes momentarily among the waves.
Apo stands on the lookout deck, leaning on the railing to gaze into the distance. The sea breeze ruffles his hair as a pair of white seagulls fly and circle around him. He cups his hand over his eyes to look further into the distance.
In the distance, amidst the undulating waves, two white figures, one large and one small, flash intermittently.
Apo cautiously takes out his whistle, blowing three long tones followed by a short one —— the signal for someone having fallen into the water. Apo, Uncle Wan, and two other sailors sit in the lifeboat, the sailors paddling hard. Apo points his hand toward the distance. The two seagulls also follow the boat, quickly flying in the air.
The boat gets closer and closer. One can now see that the larger figure is floating motionlessly, at the mercy of the sea currents without any effort to move itself. The smaller one clings to it, circling around it in the water. However, they are still at some distance, making it unclear what exactly they are.
The boat gets even closer. Passing a reef, a smooth round head emerges from the water with peculiar small eyes. Now it becomes clear that it’s not a person but two white dolphins, a specialty of the South Sea. The larger one is the carcass of a female dolphin, while the smaller one is a newly born baby dolphin.
The sea gently sways, sorrowfully humming a mournful tune. The little white dolphin bobs up and down, frantically circling its mother's corpse. It sniffs her face with its mouth, opening and closing it as if trying to tell her something. But the mother remains completely still. It then slaps the water with its tail, affectionately rubbing against its mother's body. Next, it tries to push her back with great effort. The mother seems asleep, showing no response whatsoever.
A little red fish floats up with its mother, curiously examining the little white dolphin. The little white dolphin cries, emitting a sorrowful wail. It submerges its head, attaching its mouth to its mother's teat for a suckle, then despairingly raises its head again, looking at its deceased mother and the empty vastness of the sea. Its tearful eyes reflect sadness and disappointment.