Chris Scott Wilson                   Writer                                             

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The Whalers

"Luff! Luff!" cries the steersman, hoarse with excitement. The rowers bend to their task, muscles straining, oars biting deep into the glassy Arctic Sea. He guides them towards the glistening back of the big fish that has finished sounding, now cleaving the surface. The harpooner leans out over the whaleboat’s prow, hefting his weapon with the sureness of purpose. Closer. The whale blows hot breath high into the air like a water fountain as it lazily swims. His eyes narrow with concentration. Nearly . . . Now. NOW! The harpoon flies. It strikes fast and true, barbs biting into rich flesh. The oarsmen pull frantically away from danger as the startled whale’s twenty foot tail flukes lift high then smash down with enough force to splinter the puny  whaleboat.   Harpoon   line   smokes  out  from  the  care-

             fully prepared  drums, whip  lashing  taut  across the  water

                                as the frenzied  fish  strains  for  freedom. It  hauls

                                            the  boat like  a  toy,  churning  up  a  bow

                                                       wave.  The steersman grins.

                                                "She’s fast! Ship oars, lads! She’s ours!"

                                                                      And the chase begins…

     

An arch of whale jawbones on West Cliff, given by the Sister cities of Anchorage, Alaska in 2002 as a memorial to Whitby's great days in the 'Northern Fishery'. Previously there had been a whalebone arch presented by the Norwegian Government.

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