An explosive tipped harpoon would strike the whale rupturing the large animal’s lungs and after much suffering the creature would die. The research indication allowed the Japanese whalers a quick escape from international law. In 1986 a global moratorium on whaling had been imposed and any member of the United Nations was forced to cease hunting any species of cetaceans. A loophole existed and the Japanese sought to exploit it. A small portion of whales could be killed yearly in the name of scientific research. Using the Japanese Cetacean Research Commission to masquerade as scientists the fishermen shipped the whales that were killed to fish markets and restaurants all over
Each member of the large whaling ship knew that they were involved in a precarious game of cat and mouse; a game that was essentially illegal. With no international force to impose the moratorium’s strict regulations, the
“Why are you wasting your time Ayako making paintings. Your life is on the sea. You cannot escape this truth” Cho’s father yelled.
The young child Ayako was ready to cry. He knew that doing so would bring disrespectful to his father.
“It is my passion father” the young man said.
“Your passion, you are my son and you are to become a fisherman as I have been my entire life Ayako. Running around making paintings is no way to support a family. The sea is where you will go.”
Ayako looked away knowing that he and his father would never come to an understanding. Instead of going to college Ayako took to the water, learning the ropes of whaling. He winced each time a harpoon would pierce a whale. Each time he would watch the mysterious creature thrash as blood poured from its blow hole and in agony it died. Ayako hated the profession. His father was a cruel and calculated man. Whaling had made him emotionless and unkind. Ayako feared that if he remained a whaler for any longer it would transform him into a wretch.
He feared for what it would do to his wife and young son back in
“Imagine that” the Japanese fisherman muttered to himself.
The contact was far too concentrated to be a pod of whales. It was something else. Ayako grabbed the vessel’s radio calling out to the crew.
“We are on top of a large contact. I am unsure of its origins but am confident it is neither a whale nor pod of whales. Please take harpoon position.”
Ayako watched out the bridge window as a harpoon gunner jumped behind the massive gun on the vessel’s bow.
“We are thirty meters from the object” Ayako yelled to the gunner.
“10 meters” the captain exclaimed.
Suddenly an enormous roar filled the air. The Southern Ocean beneath the
“Is it American” the captain yelled out to the harpoon gunner.
“I don’t know” the gunner replied.
The gunner stepped away from the harpoon his hands in the air. As he dropped to his knees the captain could hear a prayer for mercy. The ship flew closer now overlooking the bridge. Ayako reached in his desk drawer brandishing a pistol. He stepped out onto the deck overlooking the
“What do you want” he asked the massive gunship.
A single shot fired from one of the cannons on the machine’s underside. Ayako’s head exploded blasting brain matter all over the deck. The weapon was nearly silent and the only sound that signaled the captain had been shot was the immense pressure burst of his splattered head.
The young fishermen fell to the deck still twitching as his nerves expired. The object circled the massive whaler seemingly inspecting the vessel. The crew watched, awestruck by the machine. The gunship increased its altitude appearing to leave the vessel alone; robbing them only of their captain. Suddenly from behind the craft swept in. Machine gun fire tore through the
The gunship swooped to the whaling ship’s other side. Quickly it began firing taking out the bridge and blasting the port side of the hull wide open. The remaining crew stumbled to get to higher ground as the ice cold Antarctic water poured in from all around.
The craft moved to the stern of the ship again erupting in flames as the large machine guns fired upon the remaining crew of the ship’s higher decks. Body parts and fluid flew across the bridge windows. The craft increased its altitude as a tiny rocket departed from its left wing. The