Well here goes chapter two. I hope it's not two disappointing. Thank you to my three reviewers I honestly could not have gotten this out without you. I apologize for the lateness but I have a very crazy life and you should feel special, I have three stories that I'm working on and this is the only one I've updated. I don't own anything and I hope you enjoy this. Please read and review.

Chapter 1

Pain, it was the only thing that registered in the boy's mind. It jolted him out of his fitful sleep. Slowly he sat up. His body ached from lying in the fetal position for multiple hours while he had been sleeping. Although his body ached, that was not the pain that had woken him. After contemplating this for a few moments it dawned on him. The pain was in his stomach. Why was he so hungry? He quickly did a run through on all the food he had eaten in the last week and soon found his answer. He was in pain and hungry because he hadn't consumed any food in the past week.

He quickly made his way to the milk crate that held his fruit. Reaching in, he hoped to grab an orange because for some reason he was craving the explosion of soothing juice that burst into his mouth after each bit, but instead his hand it the wooden bottom of the crate. It was completely empty. Panic filled his mind, blurring his vision as he franticly tried to figure out why he had absolutely no food. As he accepted the fact that his food was gone Sawyer's vision began to clear. It was then that he noticed small tracks in the sand. They lead from the carte out of the cave.

With an inward sigh Sawyer decided that he better find more food now since his stomach still hurt and some small animal, most likely a rodent of some sort, stole what he had. Picking up his beat-up fishing pole and the milk crate he headed out of his home.

As he stepped out into the bright light from the darkness of the cave he closed his eyes to protect them from the assaulting sunshine. Slowly he reopened them allowing them to adjust to the sudden change. Deciding to fish first, before anyone else showed up on the beach, he headed toward the water's edge. With a well-practiced sidearm cast he sent his old, rusty, crocked hook relatively far out into the wide blue-green expanse of the sea.

Sawyer sat down on the milk crate to wait for the telltale jerk of the line telling him that he had a bite. The serene quite in which the only sounds were the waves crashing on the shore and the seagulls calling from above was interrupted by the sound of thrashing a little way down the shore. Sawyer stood, firmly barring the end of the fishing pole in the sand, and headed down the beach. He had to base a bend in the coast in order to find the noise that had interrupted him. As he got nearer the sounds of country music floated towards him. People, he shuddered at the thought of having to interact with others of his kind.

Finally the source of the sound came into view. A dolphin was tangled in ropes and a crab trap. Looking up from the dolphin Sawyer saw a man franticly waving his arms, screaming and running up to passing cars. He quickly realized that this man was not going to actively help the trapped animal.

Sawyer, since he lived in the wild, had a way with animals. He loved them. He found their companionship far better than that of humans. Not only did he trust these creatures but they sensed something in him that led them to trust him too.

He slowly walked up to the panicked dolphin, careful to stay out of sight from the crazed man. He knelt down in the wet sand near the animals head a carefully began to work the rope out of her, he had figured out rather quickly that this was a female dolphin, mouth. After freeing her head he moved to the tail which was the more grieves of the two injuries. The ropes trap had cut off circulation to the dolphin's tail, not to mention the gashes that had also been created. Sawyer took the old, rusted knife that he used for almost everything off the belt loop it hung from and started to work on the removal of the crap trap and ropes.

At this point the fisherman had finally managed to flag down a car and get in contact with the local Coast Guard. Within about fifteen minutes the Clearwater Marine Aquarium rescue team arrived.

They were just getting out of the van when Sawyer finished freeing the dolphin. He looked up at the sound of people and fled. After four years of almost complete solitude Sawyer had developed a slight phobia of other human. In his mind the majority of people left you when you needed them most or were too cruel to help an orphaned, homeless child. Unfortunately for Sawyer he did make his escape unnoticed. A young girl spotted him and tugging on her father's sleeve, pointed him out before getting to work on helping to get the dolphin into the van. This man's name was Doctor Clay Haskett. His eyes followed the scrawny boy has he rounded the curve in the beach. 'What type of child could free a dolphin by himself and then disappear the second help arrived? Didn't he want thanks?' Clay wondered. Pushing these thoughts away he barked an order to the crew and they set off towards the aquarium to provide the medical attention their passenger most desperately needed. The silence of the ride was interrupted by the voice of his young daughter, Hazel.

"Winter," she said matter-of-factly. At the strange look her father cast her she clarified, "the dolphin. Her name is Winter."