!vuOBu6g15U 06/01/10(Tue)20:03 No.10210367|
You opt for the moment to return to your whale allies. It is a short scuttle to their secluded clearing. Upon arrival, you stroll casually up to their leader, your impressive, sixty-five-foot-wide self easily a match for the whales.
You inquire about the white whale's past. He gazes longingly into the distance before engaging in a story:
(Translated from Bellow, the language of the Whales)
It was my Great-Grandfather, Moby the Slayer, that you seek to know of. His white hide was brilliant, or so I'm told. Father would tell me tales of how Moby used to crush ships with his jaws and bulk, truly he was fearsome. Under his rule, the pods were united and strong, and the Squid were easily held in check.
When that dreaded human brought him low, though, the pods scattered. Grandfather tried to bring order, but was quickly killed in a coup. Father took me, mother, and a few good friends and swam as fast an hard as he could away from our old ancestral grounds. The place is probably swimming with foul squid, it sickens me to think of it. Now, too weak to do much, the Squid have taken large swaths of ocean. I thought I would live to see the last days of the whales, but you... you give me hope. Thank the Terrible Dogfish that you of all creatures managed to ascend and bring the spineless bastards down.
The white whale turns from you.
"If it isn't too much to ask, I'd like to be alone for a bit."
It appears that memories of his father have come up and unsettled him. Come to think of it, what happened to his father?