Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: Whale Hunter
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt: Whale Hunter
A thrashing pain entered my back. It consumed me, my mind shivering as I heard loud voices above the water. As a wall of fiery rage blinded me I shot my tail up with immense power and speed. I felt a large tug on my back, tiring me out. I heard cracks and cries of terror. More pain jabbed into my back. I swam for my life, each fen slowly getting weaker and weaker. Is this my time? Was it time to leave these soothing depths? A splash caught my attention; the last stab was made. This was my time.
As I struggled to pull the boat under the surface of the sea, another pang of pain hit me. I had heard stories of this treacherous behaviour, carried out by the land people; the enemies of sea. I writhed in pain, battling the blood and gore. The beautiful blue changed for a harsh and unfamiliar red the colour of coral, but menacing and unforgiving. I could hear the melodious sound of my mother and of my siblings. They were in agony, understanding my pain and mourning over my uocoming death. With one more push, my body gave in to the air, and floated up to the surface. A sudden and sorrowful bellow came from deep within my soul, and then a blackened.
I was three miles out when I saw it, a colossal, blue whale spurting water out of its mouth. My tribe and I now started rowing at a tremendous speed towards it. As we got closer and closer, it crashed. My brother was up first to try and spear it, but he missed by inches! I had to hit it now otherwise we would fail the hunt! I clambered to the bow of the boat and, containing my nervousness, I launched off the boat and hit it! Everyone else now started to tire the whale and eventually, we were victorious.
As I woke up I knew it was the day, it was the first time I was allowed to go hunting. My heart started pounding as I got ready. We were going to face one of the most dangerous animals; a whale. I ran to the shore to help pull the boat into the sea, when I heard a kid shouting ‘sperm whale, sperm whale!’ We all jumped in and sailed towards the whale. Moments later, the whale was in front of us. I dived in with my knife, cutting through the water and I missed. I could see her eye so clearly.
The people of Lambata (the Lamelaras) are known to hunt whales. They are one of the two tribes in the world to hunt whales. There is controversy to whether this should be allowed. The Lamelaras only take around six whales a year which does not harm the population of sperm whale. They use every part of the whale, nothing is wasted. Most, is used for food, some for weapons and clothes and the rest is traded with other tribes. This has been their way of living for centuries, but in the modern day, lots of people disagree with their ways.
Whale! Whale! They called hurrying up and down the cobbely ground. Pulling the paint chipped boat out to shore was a struggle. The waves rocked the fishermen from side to side like a mother rocking her baby . Looming underneath was a peaceful sperm whale , not knowing what he was in for. One of the bravest stood at the tip of the boat and leaped out in to the sea aming right for him . But he missed. The next victim of thr tribe took his place jumping of was terrifying but it was the job he had to do. The victory gained their confidence and the village would not go hungry for long.
Whale Hunter
The ocean. My home. Every thing was perfect, until a thing with a purple shirt jumped in front of me. It was carrying a pole with a sharp end. Then came the pain. A sharp prod in the back, only instead of it being short, it stuck! Then I realised what was happening. I was being hunted! Rage filled me up, consuming my body with a series of violent spasms. Another jab. And another. I felt my life slipping away, my energy too. More pain crushed my feeling of rage. My vision faded to black. Death consumed me.
Morning,
Yawning,
Dried meat,
In the street,
Harpoon,
Goodbye moon,
Hello sun,
Whales? None.
Waiting.
The sun’s high
In the sky,
No clouds,
Just crowds,
Waiting.
Jet of water,
Young boy saw her,
We take out the boats,
Covered in floats,
The people support us,
“Don’t fall in the water!”
Waiting.
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