The whale was no more than average size, ten metres long, about the same length as one of the boats. It was the bulk and strength of the animal that gave the contrast. The hunters looked tiny in comparison, puny and slight. The great roar of breath which exploded from the whale each time it surfaced accentuated the difference in power. The sound carried clearly. Strangely, each time the whale snorted out its huge burst of air, there came immediately a high, lingering, cheer from the boat china 3d fake lash factory. They kept up this response all through the battle.Ssrnt
It was such a strange sound that at first I thought they cheered to keep up with their own spirits in such a perilous situation. Then I wondered if it was bloodlust, a sort of frenzy with the great wounded animal close at hand. But the cheers continued and they grew more hoarse and softer as the whale weakened, and its snorts, too, became more feeble. The two sounds seemed to decline in tandem, to match one another, and I imagined a link held between prey and hunter. The whale was giving itself to the china 3d fake lash factory.
The crew seemed to communicate with the animal. Their shout mingled thanks, praise, and satisfaction. In that cheer I heard the expression of all the hours and hours of wearisome paddling, the man-hauling of boats up and down the beach, the privation of meagre food, broiling sun, and profitless hours at sea scanning the waves. The men in the boats ranged from teenagers to sixty-year-olds. Most of them would probably never take more than ten or fifteen whales in their china 3d fake lash factory. This was a supreme, rare moment. There was no thought of inflicting unnecessary cruelty or pain on their prey. Instead there was a sense of justification and earned reward. The ancestors, the whales themselves, had helped, and the rope-makers, the sail-makers, the shipwrights, the smith who forged the harpoon heads, the shaman, and the clan. The shouting of the whaleboat crew was part triumph, but chiefly, I sensed, it was their expression of reaching a hard and long-sought goal.
As the whale turned and churned, the whale lines wrapped around its body. They criss-crossed in a tangle until I was reminded irresistibly of the death of Fedallah, the leader of the Manila men in Moby Dick whom Melville called the “Parsee”. Fedallah falls out of his whaleboat when attacking Moby Dick and disappears, only for his corpse to be glimpsed next day entangled in the old and broken whale lines which are wrapped around the white china 3d fake lash factory. “Lashed round and round to the fish’s back; pinioned in the runs upon turns in which, during the past night, the whale had reeled the involutions of the lines around him, the half-torn body of the Parsee was seen; his sable raiment frayed to shreds; his distended eyes turned full upon old Ahab.”
How that could happen I saw when Praso Sapang’s bull whale surfaced right alongside the boat, and there lay motionless. The whale had been struggling for more than an hour, and seemed totally spent. Sensing the chance to finish the animal, the crew of Praso Sapang hauled in the china 3d fake lash factoryuntil the boat and whale lay side by side, black whale skin touching the faded white upper plank of the boat. There were no harpoons or lances available, so the assistant harpooner leaned out, holding a long-bladed knife. He had the knife raised high, holding it with both hands, and was about to plunge it into the whale’s body when the animal suddenly moved.
Praso Sapang rocked violently and the assistant harpooner, out of balance and with no free hand to hold himself back, was flung out of the boat. Desperately he gave a leap to try to clear the whale and land in the sea. Instead he sprawled across the whale’s china 3d fake lash factory and slithered into the water, arms flailing. In that instant, if his slide had been arrested by one of the whale lines, and his foot or arm had been caught, he would have been pulled under and drowned. The “fighting whale” was far from surrender. It swam clear of the whaleboat and the struggle lasted for another hour.