In the dim-lit streets of Pacific City, Dall was no ordinary player. Short and stout, his black and white getup often had him mistaken for a young gun named Orca. But Dall had something Orca didn't: dark, mysterious irises that shimmered blue-green, hiding secrets deeper than the ocean's abyss.

With the looming shadows of killer whales stalking every move, survival was a high stakes game. But Dall’s Porpoise had an ace up his sleeve. When darkness fell, he whispered secrets through the water, using narrow-band, high-frequency clicks. And when he charged through the murky waters close to the surface, a signature “rooster tail”  bow wave trailed behind. In this world of predators and prey, Dall danced on the razor's edge, a spectre in the silent war beneath the waves.