The deep ocean was calm that morning as Randal was dragging along his sluggish path towards the surface. He scanned the waters around him for anything of interest only to find an empty expanse of water in all directions. As he proceeded to bat his tail fin back and forth he could see the surface getting closer with its ethereal columns of light passing all around him, with somewhat improved efforts he reached the surface in a matter of minutes. His face broke through the weak membrane and water cascaded down his face and sides. He shot a happy jet of water from his blow hole to properly greet the morning and took a breath of the crisp morning air.
For a moment the blue whale just floated there enjoying the morning breeze and the ambient sound of seagulls. He cast his gaze into the sunrise and let his whale thoughts wander. As he was floating there he heard a low hum like that of a certain boat. With an annoyed expression Randal Glanced to his left, and sure enough their he was. Plastered atop the noisy vessel was an unkempt ape of a man, he was a portly gentleman with hairy arms, a large beard, and many pony tails. He wore large sunglasses, a top hat, and a brown string sweater vest. A tar bar with a cigarette inserted was jutting from his teeth and as far as Randal could tell he wasn't wearing pants.
To most whales this may seem like something strange, perhaps even frightening. However, Randal had encountered this creature many times. Every few days this ogre of a man would find him shortly after surfacing and would feed him whale treats. After this ritual he would then take measurements and allow inappropriately happy sounds to escape his lips. Today he seemed even more jubilant and repulsive than usual as he coasted up to Randal. With a few grunts and the sounds you hear when tape is peeled from a surface, he padded his way to the edge of his boat and tossed some whale treats into the water with a loud splash.
As disgusted as he was Randal did in fact enjoy the oafs treats. After Randal had his fill the sweaty mass repositioned his boat so that it's crane was situated above Randal. Of course a whale would have no idea what a crane is so he just floated there in his reveries of satisfaction. With excitement only found in a light switch who is flipped at just the right time, the sticky gentleman loaded some kind of gadget onto the crane. He then proceeded to mischievously pull a lever and the contraption lowered itself onto Randal's head with a mechanical hum.
Severely confused, Randal suddenly felt something clamp around his head. He immediately made a dive in hopes that it would leave him, unfortunately it stayed securely fastened to his whale head. In a panic he swam and swam hoping to outrun his own head until he succumbed to exhaustion. As he coasted sluggishly through the water he noticed he had no idea were he was. Trying to stay calm the young whale glided through the water looking for land marks. He began to feel hopeless as he drifted through the unforgiving fluids of the ocean. After finding no clues to help him out of his plight Randal started to feel unbearably tired when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a cluster of sharks. He was too exhausted to swim quickly and within seconds they had closed in on him.
Circling him with malicious intent, the sharks started to inch closer. Randal was scared out of his mind, he closed his eyes shut as he felt the first set of jaws lay claim to his flesh. Just as he was certain he was going to die a painful death he felt a buzzing on his head along with a massive feeling of exertion. When he opened his tired eyes all he saw was red, every shark that had threatened his life was now nothing more than a floating pile of flesh. Unable to process this information Randal slipped into the deepest sleep he had ever known
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