Waves grew into question marks
A rising hook over the hull spitting dollops on the deck
Rocking down into the turquoise blue
I gripped the railing trying to balance
In the up and down, rise and fall, rocking and rolling
Over and almost but not quite under… Phew!
He emerged, sporting his sailor cap, walking the deck like an old sea salt (no teetering off balance here, oh no)… like the children running back and forth, laughing his sea legs were strong
Elegantly he withdrew chuck bags strapped to his side,
Flicking them to those foundering
His aim precise
The victims fell
“Aye it be the south westerly, churnin us up,” he said matter of fact
Churnin us up all right, only by my reckoning it wasne no south westerly,
oh no siree
“It be the whales my fine Capin,” I shouted
as yet another wave thrashed the side of the boat
“oh don’t be daft, lass… what makes yer say that?”
“It be that big bloody humpback breaching starboard… Sir”
“All right me matey’s, starboard, raise aim and snap… he’ll rise again.”
So he did, rising out of the water a leviathan of beauty with a half twist in the air and landing so delicately into the rising waves.
Ooooh’s and ahhh’s of wonder from those on deck, snapping photos, while trying to stay balanced on the rocking vessel.
Meanwhile somewhere near the entrance of the bay more whales gather…
“So you up for some human tipping?”
“Oh yeah,” answered a gleeful whale chorus
“Well boys get those fins and tails ready, let’s give em a rock law they’ll never forget.”
Aye that be the way of whales…yer cannee be sure of just who is watchin who…
Recently my family and I went to Hervey Bay for some whale watching. Usually the water is as smooth as glass but on this trip it was a little rocky. There were some sea sick casualties but the whales as always were magnificent. If you would like learn a little more about how to speak whale my daughter has written a piece for Queensland Blog.