Under the Dolphin's Nose (standard:non fiction, 1076 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Nov 06 2013	Views/Reads: 2978/1813	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A mountain was named after dolphin's nose as it looks like it from a distance sloping into the Indian Ocean on eastern seaboard in India. At the foot of the Dolphin's Nose were few caves that were home for various sea creatures. These caves are accessable

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shells,” Juggernaut's father showed his collection on the table in 

front. The specimens' looked fantastic with all the legs intact and the 

top shell shining with its eyes look like white shiny pearls. The pink 

crab exoskeletons appeared unreal like plastic models. 

“Why it took so long to return?” Juggernaut persisted. 

“To begin with the fisherman was late; we waited for him so 

long we missed the first ferry to cross the channel to reach the foot 

of the Dolphin's Nose Mountain.  The next one was not scheduled until 

after lunch time. On reaching the mountain, the hike around the 

mountain rim was alright until we started down hill, the rocks were 

sharp and slippery. The tide was still low with a small beach appeared 

under the Dolphin's Nose. The caves were accessible from the beach.” 

“Can you walk into the caves or you have crawl into them?” 

“Well, the fisherman was familiar with the caves so he 

selected the cave with best chance of collecting the pink crabs. We 

have to crawl into the cave but once entered into the cave it was 

fairly large with so many sea creatures crawling from the ceiling to 

the rocky floor.   It was dark, scary and treacherous walking on 

slippery rocks on the floor of the cave. We left out shoes on the 

mountain; it needs a special kind of shoe to walk on sharp and slippery 

rocks.  The fisherman with bare foot was very comfortable since he has 

experience in this kind of work; we slipped and fell constantly 

bruising our feet.  The flashlights we took were not powerful enough to 

see clearly in the dark cave.” 

“How you collected these specimens then?” Juggernaut was 

looking at the large crab exoskeletons curiously. 

“The fisherman collected for us, we were scared to touch them 

besides we don't know the difference between the dead and the live 

ones, and they all looked alike.” 

“As we were getting ready to crawl back out, the water levels 

raised fast; the small beach disappeared and went under with big waves 

crashing into the caves.  We have tough time walking with raising water 

levels up to our neck.  The rocks were too slippery to get a grip to 

climb back. The fisherman has to push each one of us so we can get a 

good grip to climb back to the mountain. Once we got out of the water 

on to the mountain slope, we were tired to walk back to the ferry.  We 

were lucky to catch the last ferry back to the port.” 

Juggernaut's father was older than his two nephews; they were 

all in good spirit despite their ordeal. 

“If we were to make another trip, we need appropriate shoes, 

better flashlights and few ropes and reach the caves early in the 

morning to get back before high tide takes,” Juggernaut's father looked 

pleased with his prized processions pink crab skeletons. 

“No, you are not making another trip to the caves and put all 

of us into unnecessary mental anguish,” Juggernaut's mother was very 

serious. 

Juggernaut's father cleaned the dead crab shells with 

disinfectant and placed them in custom made two small glass cases. He 

displayed one exhibit in his clinic and another one on the wall of 

living room along with large sea turtle shells, he collected some years 

ago.  At every opportunity, he recanted his trip to the caves under the 

Dolphin's Nose to the visitors in detail.  Over the years, every time 

he recanted his trip to the caves, he embellished the details to 

capture the imagination of the listeners; his story telling skills 

turned a slip and fall misadventure into a daring expedition to the 

caves under the Dolphin's Nose. 

The crab exoskeletons remained intact in good conditions 

decades after Juggernaut's father passed away. To the visitors, the 

exhibits became an interesting talking point particularly in praise of 

the doctor who spent more time collecting and preserving stuff than 

practicing his medical profession. 

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