It all happened in the Pacific Ocean.
I am a drop of tear. Donât ask me why.
What was rational was actual and what was actual was rational.
I belonged to a whale.
I was in his eye and I saw the things he saw.
My master was a strong whale.
I followed him everywhere until the moment his body lost warmth.
It should be said that I was the only one by his side when he died.
Whales lived and moved about in a group but they die alone.
I could feel how regretful he had been the moments leading up to his death.
If it was true that regretful tears were salty, I would most definitely be the saltiest drop to exist.
But nothing can be changed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I still remembered what Chalkâs father had said.
âYouâre the strongest whale to be born this year, Chalk.â
While the other newborn whales weighed only about six tonnes, Chalk was eight. A big doll indeed.
Chalk nudged his father, asking, âAm I strong enough, Father? When can I be like you?â
His father smiled. âYou have to grow much more to become like me, child.â
âGrow much more?â Chalk asked doubtfully.
Masterâs father was the leader of the whale pack despite his old age.
Whales have a habit of sneaking away to die alone to prevent becoming a burden to their clans.
Sometimes, they would get themselves stranded on the shore and have a look at the outside world.
However, Masterâs father couldnât leave just yet. He was waiting for someone to take over his position.
Looking at his son, he could only wish for him to grow up fast and strong.
âGrow much more...â Chalk mumbled.
I think Master did a great job in growing up.
The same batch of whale babies grew up to be as healthy as Master too.
Chalk became their leader and was in charge of leading them during playtime.
Chalkâs father was very pleased because he saw his young self in Chalk.
âGrow up well and you can become the leader of sixty-three whales,â Chalkâs father encouraged him.
Chalk was already doing a good job but time was running out.
One year, two years...
Five years passed silently.
The leader had aged quite a bit.
And Chalk had grown stronger year by year.
Finally, his father was convinced that he was good enough to become a leader.
He taught Chalk how to be an excellent leader.
After a few months of guidance, however, he noticed something.
Chalk seemed to not have any interest in learning.
âBeing a leader isnât a childâs game,â Chalkâs father reprimanded.
However, prideful Chalk believed that he was already strong enough.
It was true, of course, since no other whales in the family had a body and strength like his.
In fact, even Chalkâs father wasnât as big as him.
Just like that, the lessons ended.
Most of it entered Chalkâs left ear and came out of his right.
He hadnât learned much at all.
Chalkâs father was really getting on in years and so he finally passed his duties to Chalk.
Every single whale felt that Chalk was entirely worthy as a leader since he was just like his father and even stronger.
âLong live the leader!â they shouted continuously, their voices echoing throughout the whole ocean.
Chalkâs father had long been wanting to leave and it was finally the time to do so.
Whalesâ rules.
He was just an old whale now.
According to the convention, he shouldâve already left but he really was still worried about his son.
Everything changed on the day of his intended departure.
The peaceful ocean was still as deep.
Chalk led the clan further down to a region with ample food source.
A few whales swam over yelling, âWhaler ship is here!â
âWhaler ship is here!â
Chalkâs father did mention something about the whalers but it seemed like a legend to Chalk.
There were many whaler ships a long time ago.
They killed whales without restraint but had stopped appearing for the past few decades.
Chalk seemed to have forgotten how frightening those whalers were according to his father.
âSo what?â Chalk responded.
His members calmed down upon feeling their leaderâs confidence.
They simply waited for him to make a wise decision.
But Chalk mightâve been wrong this time.
He swam in the direction in which his members had come from.
They were all in shock but they started whispering shortly after.
âCan he defeat the whalers?â
âWeâve all seen his strength. Is there a need to doubt?â
âHeâs indeed a leader, courageous unlike us.â
Chalk arrived at the region where the ship was last spotted and started looking around.
He couldnât see any ships. Not even a shrimp.
Chalk shouted, âNo more danger. Iâve scared them off!â
His members were flabbergasted.
They started to doubt their leaderâs capability.
âCome back, quick, itâs dangerous!â
Chalk felt that they were making a mountain out of a molehill.
Little did he realize that the whaler ship was floating right overhead so naturally, he wouldnât see anything in the water.
âLook up, Leader! Run quick! Danger!â
Chalk looked up slowly and was dumbstruck.
Two spears flew toward him and entered his back and tailbone.
A huge net followed closely after.
Although it wasnât coming at him fast, Chalk was trapped.
It was a despairful moment.
He was helpless despite his size and strength.
The net wrapped around Chalkâs body, gradually tightening.
It started going up and pulling Chalk along.
Chalk could slowly get a clearer view of the whaler ship.
It was much, much bigger than he was.
He got pulled out of the waters and he felt his skin exposed to the air for the first time.
Bang!
The whaler ship shook and the net loosened a little.
Chalkâs father had slammed himself against the ship.
Chalk swam as hard as he could but he was still trapped within the net.
âRun, child.â
Bang!
Another collision sounded, so loud that it resonated throughout the ocean.
Chalkâs father had done it again and the net came completely lose this time.
Chalk managed to escape but his father floated about motionlessly.
Chalk looked around but it was just him and his father left.
Before he could go over to his fatherâs side, another spear and net came down and took his father up.
The other whales had long swum away from danger.
Chalk was saved but he swam on helplessly.
He was left alone in the ocean.
Heâd done wrong but it was all too late.
He wasnât aware of the spears that had caused him to bleed.
A few minutes later, a group of sharks was lured by his blood.
Left alone, a whale, no matter how strong, simply wasnât a match for a shark.
And he was injured.
Seeing that group of sharks, a lot of things went through Chalkâs mind.
As they attacked him, he felt his body losing its warmth slowly.
At the last moment, I was born.
Master wanted to know what happened to his father, but how?
I was just a drop of tear.
Once belonging to him and now to the Pacific.