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Sitting on the deck at the beach watching the humpback whales (Latin name Megaptera novaeangliae - 'big-winged New Englander') - take their annual migration south to the Antarctic, I wonder which of these beautiful creatures is destined to board a Japanese whaler ship bloody and battered as a 'scientific experiment' and which will swim past heading north after its annual feed in the cold Antarctic waters during the Southern Hemisphere's summer.
Some whales stay in the mid-Southern Ocean, while others feed at the edge of the pack ice. Their hunters understand their predictable movements, making them relatively easy prey. This annual battle is fought in the Antarctic with the Sea Shepherd and Greenpeace vessels hounding the huge Japanese refrigerated ships. Their philosophy is while the Japanese are fighting them they're leaving the whales alone. All the action is live on our television screens nightly. It's about to begin again...
Whaling has a long and cruel history. Australia itself, even though vehemently opposed to whale hunting today, only ceased to participate in the 1970s. Today it is easy to judge the Japanese who continue to claim they need to kill whales for 'scientific research' and that it's part of their culture, even though many Japanese people have joined in the global protests against this practice, claiming that tons of unwanted whale meat and by products languish in cold rooms.
According to the anti - whaling 'terrorist' Sea Shepherd captain, Canadian Paul Watson, alongside Japan, other countries and tribes continue to whale hunt. There's Norway, the Inuit in Alaska, USA, the Yupik in Siberia, Denmark, along with aboriginal groups in Canada and Iceland.
Whaling is a topic dear to my heart. I have explored this issue in one of my novels. I found this poem for the frontispiece:
Song of
the Humpback Whale
I am currently applying the final layer of nail polish to my first NaNo novel, Ruby, aimed at the HarlequinEscape market. This novel is a love story between a French girl, an Aussie sea captain and humpback whales. This scene is taken from Chapter Eleven where the heroine Ruby confronts a Japanese whaler. (I wanted to give both sides to the story). He addresses the diners at Ruby's hotel restaurant:
Sitting on the deck at the beach watching the humpback whales (Latin name Megaptera novaeangliae - 'big-winged New Englander') - take their annual migration south to the Antarctic, I wonder which of these beautiful creatures is destined to board a Japanese whaler ship bloody and battered as a 'scientific experiment' and which will swim past heading north after its annual feed in the cold Antarctic waters during the Southern Hemisphere's summer.
Some whales stay in the mid-Southern Ocean, while others feed at the edge of the pack ice. Their hunters understand their predictable movements, making them relatively easy prey. This annual battle is fought in the Antarctic with the Sea Shepherd and Greenpeace vessels hounding the huge Japanese refrigerated ships. Their philosophy is while the Japanese are fighting them they're leaving the whales alone. All the action is live on our television screens nightly. It's about to begin again...
Whaling has a long and cruel history. Australia itself, even though vehemently opposed to whale hunting today, only ceased to participate in the 1970s. Today it is easy to judge the Japanese who continue to claim they need to kill whales for 'scientific research' and that it's part of their culture, even though many Japanese people have joined in the global protests against this practice, claiming that tons of unwanted whale meat and by products languish in cold rooms.
According to the anti - whaling 'terrorist' Sea Shepherd captain, Canadian Paul Watson, alongside Japan, other countries and tribes continue to whale hunt. There's Norway, the Inuit in Alaska, USA, the Yupik in Siberia, Denmark, along with aboriginal groups in Canada and Iceland.
Where there's whales there's birds aplenty.
Song of
the Humpback Whale
From oceans huge with time the whales surface
and plunge in a rolling of hills. The
curious soft
indigo explosion of their cries
that trail like comets in the night are
heard as
trumpet-calls, submerged, sharp,
shuddering,
as the spatial music of gulls, as sounds of
blunt
tugs nosing mournfully through eternal
mist.
It is a salt-white sorcery: they sing
of artic pilgrimage, the bleak migration
ordained by the rhythm of seasons. Buffeted
by surface storms of their known world,
they flow
as we ourselves in terrible formation,
trapped each a lifetime in compelling seas,
plunging half-blinded, calling one to
another
from green-scarped waves, set on divergent
courses
but frozen, frozen to our destinies.
From Song of the Humpback Whales, Selected Verse by Jill Hellyer - open copyright
I am currently applying the final layer of nail polish to my first NaNo novel, Ruby, aimed at the HarlequinEscape market. This novel is a love story between a French girl, an Aussie sea captain and humpback whales. This scene is taken from Chapter Eleven where the heroine Ruby confronts a Japanese whaler. (I wanted to give both sides to the story). He addresses the diners at Ruby's hotel restaurant:
‘My name is Izuru Ito. I was brought up in a
tiny fishing village in Japan. Everyone was involved in whaling,
including my whole family. You must understand. It was our life for
generations. I followed my father before me, becoming a scientist, then a
whaling ship’s captain. But it was different for me.
‘My voyages to hunt the whales started my
love affair with the Southern Oceans. I fell in love with the wildness, the
vastness, the remoteness. The different breeds of whales–from the humpbacks
to the majestic blues–took my breath away with their haunting whale
songs. To hear them singing amongst the icebergs changed my life.’
The restaurant was quiet–no one lifted a knife or fork–no one swallowed–all were mesmerized by Ito's story.
‘My voyages through this great ocean
overwhelmed me. There life is in its rawest, most primal form.’
To Ruby it was a Moby Dick tale. She leaned closer.
‘It
took me many expeditions, but I came to appreciate how fragile and utterly
beautiful life and the natural environment really are. Seeing whales harpooned
became an ugly paradox. I had to make a choice. I chose life over death. I
still hunt whales, but as an object of beauty, not prey.’
Some of the guests were dabbing their eyes. A slow clap
began, picked up by everyone. Ito looked around, humbled.
‘Tomorrow will be an experience none of us
will ever forget. The whales await. They are close. Tonight gave us a glimpse.
Tomorrow, the conditions will be perfect. For those of you who have never seen
whales up close, prepare yourself. It is a most spiritual moment.’ He gave them
the thumbs up. ‘Thank you for listening to my story.’
He stood and bowed
politely.
And was gone.
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