How long had we been chasing that whale? Every time we thought we had it, it got away. It pulled men under the waters with it. Half the crew is sleeping with Davy Jones.

And we've gone far, far from port. We've lost track of the shore. The stars are unfamiliar. Will we ever get back to Otago Harbor?

Where has that blasted whale brought us? I've never seen that lighthouse before. It's wrong somehow. These cliffs are completely unfamiliar. Are we even still in the South Pacific, or have we made it to the River Styx?

The Wellerman will not come.

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