At noon on a late fall day, a
Japanese whaling ship sailed from Shimonoseki, a port halfway between Hiroshima
and Nagasaki, towards Antarctic seas, near that frozen, inhospitable continent.
Well-equipped like none other before, it carried refined technological
equipment; sonars, radars, drones, infrared guided harpoons, and more.
Orbiting satellites were ready
to locate any whale pods and make such massive slaughters even easier. That
ship was expected to begin a new era of huge profit increases for the whaling
industry, whose capital controllers for decades have been insisting their
hunting expeditions were no more than scientific research data gathering
missions.
Soon after crossing the Equator,
the commander, Ulysses Akira Nakama, had a dream of very vivid images, in which
a most sensual woman named Circe, after offering all his crewmembers a lavish
feast, gave them a warning about a serious risk, soon to menace that vessel,
which would come in the form of a melting, inebriating and irresistible, but
quite fatal song from which no man has yet survived.
The commander awoke in fright,
with no reason he felt, as he quickly recalled the dream had come from Homer’s
Odyssey, the poem about the sea wanderings of that Trojan War hero, whose ship
sailed aimlessly for ten years across the Mediterranean, while his faithful
wife Penelope tried to distract her countless suitors with endless pretexts.
This Japanese Ulysses hadn’t any
special interest in ancient Greece’s literature, his little acquaintance with
the Homeric epic coming from having a very rare name in his country, which
often led people to question him about it.
His mother had chosen him that
name after watching a movie on the Odyssey, which moved her so much specially
for Penelope’s lot, perhaps because her own mother had waited her husband’s return
from a World War II Imperial Navy mission, right up until her own death in
1989.
“So, due to mummy’s having
chosen me this Western name, I end up having these agitated dreams, in this
beautiful, so Japanese ocean, the Pacific, here and now in the beginning of
another austral summer!”
Dream and thoughts on his name
had to be soon forgotten, when dozens of whales were detected by the radar, all
heading for a tiny rock island, whose name was not even on their so accurate
maps. Hunter-sailors get very excited when finding so much easy prey, and maybe
that explains why, after circling the rocks, those countless cetaceans disappeared
from sight, from the radar, sonar, and from the many drones flying over them.
Had they had a collective mirage?
Still skeptical about the sudden disappearance, the commander-hunter
ordered a maximum speed approach to those rocky cliffs, from where a song
seemed to be coming, a delicious melody.
“Oh no, have those crazy Greenpeace people chased us again?” He grumbled,
just to add soon “By no means, only female voices may be heard, and what
gorgeous girls!”
“Dear commander Ulysses Nakama, I must say at a more attentive look, it
seems these are not exactly women!”--Captain Hsiao pointed out to him.
Indeed, those were not women but rather sirens. Nakama finally
understood his morning dream, because it all seemed to be repeating what
happened after Circe’s warning to the Greek hero in Homer’s epic. He ordered
all men to cover their ears, which they did promptly while he firmly tied
himself to the frame of a radar tower.
Ulysses was invited to change the arrow of time by the Sirens’ melody,
by means of a wonderful plunge towards the past, with no return. Thus, those
siren whales were able to offer their killer-hunter ship’s crew the supreme
gift of endless lives, because only the future can bring any real kind of
death.
Always hating to be taken for selfish, Nakama chose to share his ecstasy
with his crew, messaging them to free ears, so that every man could also become
wholly enraptured by the song.
Under the jinx of dozens of gigantic whales, turned beautiful sirens,
the ship of this Ulysses sails through the Pacific Ocean toward the millennia
of an eternal past.
XXX
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