Berk is the chief forecaster in Izmir, and he trusts only measurements. He flies his small research plane over the Aegean to Seferihisar, his granny's village. The instruments keep saying "calm". But the gulls, the sharks and the clouds are saying something else.
Captain Kâmil would have tied up his boat long ago. Take a breath. This time, watch the signs with your heart.
Captain KâmilYour instruments don't live in the sea, son. The sharks do.
Berk will still use the best instruments, because science still matters. But now, every morning before he writes his report, he will open the window and look at the sea. And every evening he and Ada will sit side by side for ten minutes, without asking anything.
His granny's wordsThe mind calculates, the heart senses. They are the two pans of one scale. Without one, the other gets it wrong.
Three apples fell from the sky: one for Berk the meteorologist, one for the shark who sensed the storm with its warm heart and dove deep, and one for you, who listened tonight to your heart as well as your mind.
Take a breath... and let it go. The sea will wait. Carry on when you are ready.