Over the last few decades the exploration into marine life has greatly diminished, when in comparison to the exploration of other sciences; so, as a way to rekindle the passion for marine life, we, The National Geographic, have decided to try and shoot footage of the tyrannical beast, Moby Dick, as a way to delve deeper into the secrets of the blue ocean.
We begin our voyage in the heart of whale documenting country, Nantucket, now famously known for its preservation of the whale, and its moral mission to protect whales. We departed for Azores, a small island off the coast of Portugal, well known for being infested with schools of whales, which is set to be our first stop in order to seek out the mysterious Moby Dick. As we arrived, we were disheartened by the wasted journey as the location was uninhabited by whales; nevertheless, the bionic legged Director, Mr. Ahag, hadn’t lost hope, he said we were to stop at Cape Verde on our way to the Pacific. Cape Verde reciprocated the exact characteristics of the preceding location.
Then, only a few days after shooting, we ran into our first school of whales, just off the coast of Africa, near the country of Papa New Guinea. Whales would be floating past the hull of the ship, allowing us to gaze at the wonderful magnificence, enabling us to document these whales with concise detail. We were able to see their grooved skin, hay like mouths and, by using a receiver of very low electromagnetic frequencies, could hear the strongest biological communication out of the entire world. Yet, the prize still awaited, the infamous White Backed Whale was yet to be sighted for our report.
After our final stop for food and fuel at Cape of Good Hope had ended, we were able to continue our voyage. As we sailed, multiple ships went gliding by, a particular gam with The Jeroban, not only gave information about Moby Dick, but a simultaneous warning as well was accompanied with it. This powerful beast has the power to overturn boats and take out fleets with its merciless temperament. As we glided deeper and deeper into the heart of the Indian Ocean, schools of whales would be swimming besides us, our small boats would provide little protection to the elements, yet the power of one whale would, with much ease, be able to submerge a single, minuscule boat, causing the heart of oneself to pump enthusiastically in order to keep up with the demanding adrenaline rush as a a consequence of our intersecting paths with the whales.
During our month long trip along the turbulent Indian Ocean, we were able to catch crucial information liable for our report, however it remained incomplete due to the vacancy of one crucial element. This, element, was then filled on the 21st of January 2014.
We were nearing the final stop of our journey, Japan, and, as we were heading into the Pacific Ocean, we felt more alone than we have experienced when at the preceding locations. Roughly 200m from the Starboard side we saw this isolated ripple hover over the surface of the ocean, we only interpreted this as another illusion performed by Mother Nature; yet, as the water surrounding us began to rumble, the ship beginning to sway and crew members from all point of the anarchical system came onto the platform, all, at the same time, experienced a spectacle that of which whale hunters would have relished. This opulent creature, with its white back, seemed so tender and honourable, yet the mere greatness of the organism was difficult to digest as a minuscule human. Despite being in the presence of something immense, it simultaneously reminded us to fear it, almost as a warning for those who may have trifled with it.
Departing from this memorable experience we were able to reflect on the magnitude of what we just witnessed, perhaps the most feared creature in the entire world swimming adjacent to us. This is life changing experience is that of which my Great Grandfather, Ishmael, would have been proud of.
