My mom has been looking for manatees her entire life. After an unyielding search in a year boasting historical lows in manatee population, she was resigned to failure. Driving back from disappointment after disappointment in Everglades City, we spotted a sign for this Manatee sightseeing tour. At this point in the journey we feared the worst: the end of her search would result in nothing more than yearning in a heart doomed to forever feel the pain of a manatee-sized hole. With these insatiable feelings of consternation, we hoped for a beacon of light in what would be, with the absence of manatees, a perpetually dark world. Captain Storm came as that harbinger of illumination. Mere minutes after disembarkation, Captain Storm, with the air of a skillful mariner experienced far beyond his years, achieved what countless prior had failed to do. He found manatees. Not just one manatee, but many, all while weaving colorful tales of his marine history together with enlightening facts about the wildlife with which we were then surrounded. Captain Storm, in true professional fashion, fulfilled the dream of my dear and previously insatiable mother, and for that we are eternally grateful.