"Everyone, give it another push, we are almost through!"
The third mate shouted.
"Ho!"
The crowd cheered.
Wielding the electric saw, the third mate cut through the last bit of connection, successfully separating a nearly one square meter block of huge ice into floating chunks within the ice cavern.
"Puff!"
A spout sounded, and the giant whale's head pushed through the broken ice, breathing freely at the surface of the sea.
The water column turned into frost in the cold air, landing on the faces of a few tourists who couldn't dodge in time, but it didn't cause any discomfort. Instead, everyone laughed heartily, treating it as an affectionate interaction, with some even jostling to be sprayed, in high spirits.
Watching the gray whale move step by step closer to the shore with the efforts of the people, such interactive feeling was incomparable, and it was also the fundamental reason why the tourists persisted.
