the whale

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Travel  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 08, 2016

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I went to stay on my dads farm in ballyhornan co.down,I was 14 or not far off it,working on the fishing boats with him out of ardlass harbour.up at 3 in the morning we drove 3miles to the boat,and headed out onto the Irish sea.whilst getting a few more hours sleep in the bunk down below deck.dad shouted me up earlier than usual tho morning and told me to look out of the wheelhouse window,so I looked across the morning mist which mingled with the sun it kissed,something there to my surprise did melt the sleep within my eyes.
looking out across the sea about a quarter of a mile away a giant red balloon in the middle of nowhere floating on the tide,we did not know what it was so we steared the boat over in its direction
somehow a whale had got caught in some ropes from the deep,proberly off crab pots that lured the creature to his sleep unable to break free this serpent found his destiny turned his face into the sun and blew his stomach through the barrel of his gum.
the whale had died probably off the struggle and starvation,and its whole stomach had turned itself inside out keeping it afloat all in the view of our little boat..

By Jake giles


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