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Eddie Van Haddock & The Rockfish: In a little town by the sea where the stories never end, lived Captain Dave and his crew, every child's favorite friend. With a smile as wide as the ocean and a heart that's full of dreams, he sails a mellow submarine where magic gleams and beams. Every morning at sunrise, when the world awakes anew, Captain Dave and his crew set sail in waters deep and blue through the ticking clock of time. Where adventures come alive, they laugh and learn and play each day in their underwater dive.

Dave Graham: Beneath the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean, where sunlight dances through the crystal clear waters, near Vancouver's rugged coastline, sailed a very special submarine.

It wasn't like other submarines that patrolled the seas. This was the Mellow Submarine, painted in cheerful yellow, with whimsical swirls of orange and white dancing along its sides. The submarine was known throughout the seven seas for its reliable delivery service. And the kindness of its crew at the helm stood.

Captain Dave, a jolly fellow with a bushy salt and pepper beard, and an impressive collection of Hawaiian shirts that he wore even underwater today's shirt featured playful dolphins leaping through rings of bubbles. And he claimed it brought extra luck on special days. His lucky compass, passed down from his grandmother, sat on a small shelf next to the control panel, its needle always pointing true north despite the ocean's swirling currents.

His prized possession was his captain's log, filled with tales of underwater adventures, and decorated with detailed sketches of the fascinating creatures they had met. His trusted first mate was Larry the Lobster, whose bright red shell and quick thinking mind had helped him out of many tight spots over the years.

Larry had a special station on the control panel, custom built to accommodate his claws, and he wore a tiny captain's hat proudly perched between his antenna. The hat was a gift from Captain Dave on their first successful delivery together, and Larry had never gone on a mission without it. On this particular morning, as they navigated the pristine waters around Bowen Island, the pair was delivering a special package of sheet music to the annual Pacific Whale Song Festival.

The festival was the most anticipated event of the year, where whales from all around the Pacific gather to share their songs and teach new melodies to the younger generation. Whales had been coming to these waters for centuries. Drawn by the perfect acoustics created by the island's unique underwater landscape, the deep channels and smooth rock walls carried sound for miles, making it a perfect place to hear whale songs.

Captain Dave had attended the festival many times over his years of sailing, always marveling at the sounds that filled the waters. He often said that nothing in all his years at sea could compare to the magic of hearing a whale pod's chorus. Their songs painting pictures of distant seas and ancient migrations.

Larry, too, had developed quite an ear for whale music and could often identify different pods just by their unique vocal signatures. The festival had grown each year, with whales traveling from as far as the Antarctic to participate in this magnificent celebration of whale song. Larry, my friend, Captain Dave said, checking his lucky compass and peering through the submarine's large front window.

There's something unusual about those rock formations ahead. Larry scuttled across the control panel to get a better look, his claws clicking against the metal surface. The early morning sun was casting long shadows through the water, making it difficult to distinguish natural rock formations from other shapes lurking in the depths.

Captain Dave steered the submarine closer, guided by years of experience navigating these waters. Through the clear waters, they could see what appeared to be a massive dark shape partially hidden behind the rocks. As they drew closer, They realized it wasn't a rock formation at all. It was an orca whale, and it seemed to be trying very hard not to be noticed.

The whale's black and white markings, usually so bold and distinctive, seemed to blend with the shadows of the rocks in a way that suggested this was not its first time hiding here. The young whale's body language spoke of shyness, so different from the confident bearing typically associated with these magnificent creatures.

Captain Dave carefully brought the mellow submarine closer, making sure to keep their movements slow and gentle. The orca was young, and appeared to be alone, which was highly unusual for these social creatures. As they approached They could see the orca trembling slightly, pressing itself further into the shadow of the rocks.

The submarine's sensitive instruments Detected the subtle vibrations in the water that suggested the young whale was distressed. Hello there, young friend! Captain Dave called through the submarine's special underwater communication system. His voice warm and gentle, like a current from tropical waters.

I'm Captain Dave of the Mellow Submarine, and this is my first mate, Larry the Lobster. Are you alright? He adjusted the communication system's frequency to its softest setting, remembering how sensitive young whales could be to underwater sounds. The system itself was a marvel of marine engineering, designed to translate between all the languages of the sea.

The orca shifted slightly, revealing one large eye that watched them with a mixture of fear After a long moment, a soft voice responded through the water. I'm Echo. I'm hiding. The whale's voice was barely more than a whisper, so different from the confident calls usually associated with orcas. Larry noticed how Echo's fins trembled slightly with each word, like seaweed caught in a gentle current.

The young whale's eye darted nervously between them and the festival grounds in the distance, where the sounds of arriving whales Could already be heard. Larry and Captain Dave exchanged concerned glances. Hiding from what? Larry asked gently. The lobster's natural instinct for sensing disturbances in the water told him that something was deeply troubling their new friend.

Around them, schools of small fish darted through the morning light, their scales catching the sun's rays like tiny mirrors. From the festival, Echo whispered, his voice barely carrying through the water. I'm supposed to perform today, but But I can't. His massive body seemed to shrink even further into the rocks, creating small eddies in the water around him.

Everyone expects orcas to have the most powerful songs. We're supposed to be the mighty singers of the sea. But, he paused, looking down at the sandy ocean floor. My voice isn't strong like the others. When I try to sing, it comes out all wrong. The other whales, they They laughed last time I practiced.

Echo's words triggered a memory in Captain Dave's mind of the previous year's festival when he had overheard a group of young orcas practicing their songs. He remembered hearing one voice. That it stood out, not for its power, but for its unusual gentleness. Now he understood why that voice had never joined the main performance.

Looking at Echo's trembling form, he could see the weight of expectations and fear pressing down on the young whale like the pressure of the deep water. Larry clipped his claws sympathetically. He knew all too well how it felt to be different. After all, not many lobsters wore captain's hats or helped navigate submarines.

His own journey to becoming first mate of the Mellow Submarine had been filled with skeptics who couldn't imagine a lobster doing such important work. You know, Echo, he said, I once knew a seahorse who was afraid to swim in the annual seahorse race because she thought she was too slow. But do you know what happened?

The fear in Echo's eyes changed to a look of curiosity, and he moved slightly out from behind the rocks. What happened? She discovered that while she wasn't the fastest swimmer, she was the most graceful. She created a whole new category of seahorse dancing. Sometimes, what makes us different is what makes us special.

You see, she found her own way to move through the water. And now she teaches other seahorses that there's more than one way to swim. Captain Dave nodded enthusiastically. Larry's right, Echo. Every voice is unique. Just like every wave in the ocean has its own shape and sound. In all my years of sailing these waters, I've never heard two waves crash against the shore in exactly the same way.

The ocean itself is full of different songs, from the gentlest ripple to the mightiest storm surge. Have you ever really listened to the waves above? Echo shook his head slowly, causing small ripples to dance through the water. In all his young life, he'd been so focused on trying to match the powerful songs of his pod that he'd never thought to listen to the ocean's own music.

As he considered this new idea, small bubbles escaped from his blowhole, catching the morning light like tiny pearls as they rose to the surface. The thought of finding music in the waves themselves. Had never occurred to him. Well then, Captain Dave continued, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Why don't we go up to the surface together?

We can start with something simple, just listening. Sometimes the best songs begin with quiet observation. He adjusted the submarine's controls with ease while Larry monitored their depth on the instruments. The submarine's yellow hull seemed to glow brighter as rays of sunlight grew stronger above them.

There's no pressure up there, just the waves and the wind and the morning light. After some gentle encouragement and reassurance that they would stay close by, Echo agreed to venture toward the surface. The mellow submarine accompanied him as he slowly rose through the water, keeping a respectful distance but staying close enough to provide comfort.

Schools of silver fish darted around them, their scales catching the early morning light filtering down from above. A curious seal watched them from a nearby kelp forest, its whiskers twitching with interest at this unusual gathering. When they reached the surface, the morning sun was just beginning to paint the sky in brilliant shades of pink and orange.

The waters of Bowen Bay stretched out before them, peaceful and serene in the early hour. Small waves lapped at the rocky shoreline, creating a natural percussion that echoed across the water. Seabirds wheeled overhead, their calls adding another layer to the morning symphony. Close your eyes, Captain Dave suggested through the communication system, his voice soft and encouraging.

Listen to the waves lapping against the shore. Hear how each one has its own rhythm, its own song. A light breeze ruffled the surface of the water, adding its own gentle music to the mix. Echo floated quietly. His eyes closed. Has he listened to the gentle symphony of the sea? The waves created a natural melody, some soft and whispered, others louder, but each one contributing to the greater song of the ocean.

Seabirds called overhead, their cries weaving through the sound of the waves like notes in a song. Nearby, a stand of bull kelp created soft percussion as it swayed in the current, the hollow stalks producing gentle thumps. Now, Larry added, his voice carrying the quiet confidence of a trusted friend. Try humming along with the waves.

Don't worry about being loud or powerful. Just join their song in your own way, like you're having a conversation with the ocean itself. His claws moved in gentle conducting motions as he spoke, and Captain Dave smiled warmly through the submarine's window, offering silent encouragement. The morning light sparkled off the water's surface like nature's own spotlight.

At first, Echo was hesitant, producing only the faintest of sounds. But slowly, encouraged by the peaceful environment and his supportive new friends, he began to hum. His voice was different from traditional orca songs. Softer, more melodic. Almost like the gentle lapping of the waves themselves. As his confidence grew, as his confidence grew, his humming transformed into a sweet, clear song that seemed to dance with the natural rhythms of the sea.

The sound carried across the water, blending perfectly with the morning's natural chorus. The sound was unlike anything Captain Dave, or Larry, had ever heard. It had the complexity of whale song, but carried the gentle rhythm of waves, and the whisper of wind over water. Echo's voice wove those elements together in a way that spoke of quiet mornings and peaceful waters, of sunlight dancing on gentle swells and moonlight silvering calm seas.

That's beautiful, Echo, Captain Dave exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine wonder. I've never heard anything quite like it. You've captured the very voice of the ocean itself. Larry nodded enthusiastically, his antenna bobbing in agreement. The morning sun had fully risen now, bathing everything in a warm golden light that seemed to celebrate Echo's achievement.

Echo's song continued to grow in confidence and beauty, and soon other creatures began to gather around them. A pod of Pacific white sided dolphins surfaced nearby, adding their clicks and whistles to his melody. Harbor seals raised their heads above the waves, entranced by the unusual music. Even a group of sea otters stopped their morning foraging to float on their backs and listen, occasionally tapping their paws against the water in rhythm with the song.

The bay had become nature's concert hall, with Echo as its gentle conductor. As the last notes of his song faded into the morning air, Echo opened his eyes. to find himself surrounded by an appreciative audience. The fear that had weighed him down like heavy water seemed to have lifted, replaced by a new understanding of his own unique gift.

Captain Dave and Larry had shown him that there was more than one way to be a singer of the seas. That sometimes, the gentlest voices could create the most beautiful songs. They had helped him find not just his voice, but his true self. And so, when Echo finally joined the Whale Song Festival that day, he carried with him both his newfound confidence and his special way of singing.

His performance inspired a whole new category of whale songs that celebrated the quieter voices of the ocean. From that day forward, the festival included not just powerful songs that could shape the seas, but also gentle melodies that spoke of dawn light on calm waters and the whispered music of waves meeting shore.

And whenever the Mellow Submarine passed through Bowen Bay, They would always stop to listen for their friend Echo, whose quiet song had taught them all that being different wasn't a weakness. It was a gift to be shared with the world. 

Eddie Van Haddock & The Rockfish: When the night falls softly, and stars light up the sky, Captain Dave tucks his crew in with a gentle lullaby. Dreams of whales and mermaids, of treasures lush and green, Await each little sailor aboard the mellow submarine. 

Windsor Plywood French Creek: Brought to you in part by Windsor Plywood in French Creek, specializing in hard to source interior and exterior home finishing products, including flooring, doors and moldings and exterior project materials such as yellow cedar. Windsor Plywood French Creek carries high quality, responsibly sourced products and are committed to providing outstanding value and personalized one on one service to all of our customers, homeowners, do it yourselfers, renovators, builders, designers, craftsmen, and contractors. Regardless of the type or size of your project, Windsor can help you bring your vision to life, from start to finish. Let Windsor Plywood and French Creek help you with your renovation, new build, or building project. Visit them online, or call 752 3122.