Cachalot Cogwhale

Haunting shadows of those barging sails set foot over the depths on yet another windy day. The waters cried of war, whistle-clicks travelled thousands of miles. Shoot-shoot chop-chop, the men ladled out waxy blubber, scoop after scoop to empty out giant whale heads into hollow chambers of muck and blood. Nature’s mightiest force being ruthlessly fed upon. Wax fuelled their imperial machines, lubricating the industrial revolution. Wax candles and oil lamps brightened their nights, leaving the whales to rot forever in the dark. Moby dick lurked right beneath. Out from the abyss the cachalot breached Wrecking the Pequod into ruins. Call me Ishmael; the one who lived to tell the tale. One...View all