The Whaler

Standing upright in the small boat, his eyes searching

They spotted the pod from the big ship

Now it is up to him to bring the treasure home

This is the moment he has waited for

This is the moment he longed for in his dreams

The harpoon in his hands feels like Poseidon's trident

Where is Leviathan?

Where is his foe?

Suddenly the waters start to roar

The rowers increase their speed

There she is!

He raises his weapon, ready to strike.

Then he sees her eye

Struck with sadness

Grief fills his heart

The harpoon is lowered

A mighty tail waves goodbye