There I was a strolling along the pier one day and I sight a sight to see at sea at bay. A sailor with a harpoon in hand and a throw caused a full grown whale to die on the sand. Filled with rage I rushed at him and jammed his harpoon into his chest. Both whale and human blood upon me as I kneeled in the sand to rest. The man was bleeding and wailing and I thought of but one thing, "Don't do whaling."