As the boat rocked gently on the vast, prolific, pulsating ocean, I lay in my bunk and tried to do some reading. I’d brought along Seven Tenths by James Hamilton-Paterson, a lyrical (though sometimes a tiny bit precious) elegy for the abused and demystified oceans of the world.
I couldn’t help but think of the whales. I knew, of course, intellectually, that whales are big, and so is the ocean. But actually experiencing the difference in scale between these creatures, this environment, and my puny little self…. Consider. Some whales can live to be 200 years old, maybe older, we don’t know. They have complex social structures. And at their respective nadirs, there were only an estimated 5,000 Humpbacks and less than 2,000 Blue Whales in the world.
So some of those whales we met, might very well have had friends and relatives killed by humans. Yes, this is shameless anthropomorphism. But in the case of these long-lived cetaceans, as with other highly social animals, it hardly seems out of place to think that they could have such bonds in their own right, not just as a way of being honorary humans. Certainly, they can learn. Certainly, they can remember. Yet very few whales have ever offered violence to humans even when they could have got clean away with it.
And they could have. The other thing that struck me as I lay in my bunk was how very not-solid the water was, how things could sink in it, how very much irreversible it was if one were to lose a book or a pair of glasses or an Inimitable Todd or a self overboard in a moment of carelessness. Or even a boat if it were to sink. The Pacific Ocean, for those of you who have not seen it, is a whole lot of water.
The rocking of the boat did not change. It was still gentle, still steady. It was just, suddenly, less soothing.
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September 30, 2009 at 11:44 am
“Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! And since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!”
-from Moby Dick
The whales would be justified in whatever they decided to do for sure!
October 1, 2009 at 3:03 pm
It’s very sad to me that Melville wrote before the era of widespread psychedelics.
October 2, 2009 at 9:57 am
Wasn’t Melville the inspiration to that era?
October 8, 2009 at 4:29 pm
Are you sure he didn’t have any? Some Psilocybes are native to North America.
September 30, 2009 at 12:03 pm
I find it astounding that there might be whales roaming the oceans today that were already around at a time when sailing ships were all that was at humanity’s disposition to “conquer” the oceans.
October 8, 2009 at 4:28 pm
This is beautifully written. It’s amazing to think that some whales today might have been around during the peak of the whaling industry and survived. I don’t think much about the social or emotional lives of whales, but clearly they are intelligent animals and must have some emotional response to the loss of companions.