Belonging to the Pacific Ocean

The story takes place in the Pacific Ocean.

I am a tear, don't ask me why I am just a tear.

Existence is justified.

My former possessor was a whale.

I was in its eyes, looking at the same things as it.

It was the strong whale, my first master.

I followed my master until the moment when his body lost its temperature.

To know that at the moment of its death, I was the only one beside it.

The whale is a big family that lives in a group, but it died alone.

I could feel how regretful it was.

Remember that the tears of regret are salty, so I must be salty.

But nothing can be changed.

I still remember.

Jock's dad once said, "Jock, you're the strongest whale born this year."

My former owner's name was Jock, and the other young whales were only about 6 tons when they were born.

My master, Jock, was born with 8 tons. It was indeed a big fat doll.

Master Jock touched his father's body and said, "Dad, Dad, am I strong enough? When can I be like you?"

Dad smiled: "Son, want to be like me. You still need to be stronger. But right now you just need to grow up well."

"Grow up well?" Jock was very puzzled.

My master's father was the leader of the entire whale herd, although the leader was old.

It was the custom of the whale herd that

Older whales in order not to get off the tired family.

Will sneak away. Find an empty place to die slowly.

Or go to the beach to strand and see the world beyond the water.

And the master's father could not go now, he was waiting for the clan to take his place.

He sees his son now, if only he would grow up well.

"As long as I grow up well," Jock said silently.

I think my master did and did it well.

The same group of baby whales that were born with Jock has grown up to be as healthy as my master.

The baby whales were led by Jock.

Jock is like the little leader of the baby whale group.

He leads the babies around the family domain.

Jock's father was happy to see Jock

Because the father saw in Jock.

He saw a glimpse of himself, the blue from the blue.

"Only if you grow up well can you become the leader of the sixty-three whales." Jock's father murmured to himself.

Jock has done a good job, but time seems to be a little short.

One year, two years.

Five years passed quietly.

Slowly, the chief is getting old.

The master Jock is getting younger and younger, from a big fat boy into a lean young man.

Finally, Jock's father felt that his son could become a leader.

Jock's father taught Jock how to be a chief.

After a few months of teaching, the father could see what was going on.

Jock did not seem to be learning by heart what he was teaching.

His father also accused Jock: "Being a leader is not the same as playing house with children."

But all Jock could think of was that he was strong enough.

He could face all the difficulties, indeed.

Jock is very strong, there is no second whale in the family that has a body like Jock.

Even his father was much thinner than Jock.

Father's lesson ended hastily.

Jock left ear in, right ear out.

Did not learn anything at all.

Jock's father was too old.

The title of leader was given to his son.

Every whale felt that Jock deserved it.

Jock looked so much like his father back then. And even stronger.

"Long live the leader." The clan roared one after another, resonating throughout the sea.

My father had thought about leaving countless times, but now it seemed like the right time.

The whale rules.

The aging father was an old whale.

As a rule, leaving the family does not want to be a burden to the family. It is the nature of their whales, but they really can not rest assured that their son.

On the very day that Jock's father wanted to leave.

But that day, everything changed.

The calm sea was still as deep as ever.

Jock led the family to the next food-rich sea.

Several members of the clan swam towards Jock in one stream and shouted: "The whaling ship is coming."

"The whaling ship is coming"~

Leader Jock remembered that his father said the whaling ship, but that seems to be only the stuff of legends.

A long time ago, whaling ships with more.

They hunted whales in a big way, but there had not been whaling ships for more than ten years.

Jock seemed to have forgotten that his father had said that the whaling ship was terrible.

Jock said to the clan, "What's a whaling ship?"

The clan soon fell silent because of the leader's fearlessness.

The clan waited for their leader to give them the most accurate decision.

But Jock, I think it was misunderstood.

Surprisingly, he swam to the place where the clan saw the whaling ship before.

The clan was surprised, and many clansmen crossed their ears.

"Can the leader defeat the whaling ship?"

"The leader's strength is visible to us, do we need to doubt it?"

"The leader is the leader, we want to escape it can indeed fight."

Jock arrived at the place where the clan said there was a whaling ship and looked around.

But not to mention the whaling ship, the sea is not even a shrimp.

Jock stood in place and swam happily, shouting, "There is no danger, the whaling ship was scared away by me."

The clan was amazed.

They began to doubt their leader.

The clan yelled desperately, "Come back, it's dangerous. Come back quickly."

Jock always felt it was the clan that made a big deal out of it.

But what Jock didn't know was that the whaler was floating above the ocean.

There was nothing down there, of course.

Several of Jock's childhood friends shouted, "Leader look up there, run. Danger."

Jock only slowly looked above.

Foolishly, it was overhead.

Two shots of harpoons shot at themselves, firmly inserted into the back and tail spine.

A large whaling net slowly pressed down.

But even if it was slower, my master Jock couldn't run out.

It was desperation.

Bigger body, stronger strength, but no strength at all.

The whaling net wrapped around Jock's body and pulled a little tighter.

The net began to slowly upward, pulling Jock.

Jock slowly saw the whaling ship overhead.

Very big, very big, much bigger than himself.

He was slowly pulled out of the water.

Feel the skin has been exposed to the air.

Just then, a loud bang.

The whaling boat shook a little.

The whaling net came loose.

It was Jock's father who crashed into the whaling boat.

Jock swam desperately.

But still stuck in the whaling net.

That's when.

A phrase: "Run, boy, run."

Followed by another loud bang.

The sound echoed throughout the sea.

That's right. Jock's father crashed into the whaling ship with all his might.

The whaling net was completely loose.

Jock swam out.

But Jock's father was floating there motionless.

Jock looked around, surrounded only by his father.

Jock tried to go over to see what happened to his father, but a few more harpoons and a big net came down.

The whaler once again pulled his father out of the water.

His people had long swum to who knows where.

Jock was saved, swimming helplessly.

He was left alone, wandering in the Pacific Ocean.

Thinking of his father, he knew it was wrong.

But it was all too late.

He didn't know that blood was flowing from his body from the skin pulled by the harpoon and the whaling net.

Minutes later, the blood drew a school of sharks.

A single whale is no match for a shark, even if it is strong.

What's more, Jock was already injured.

Looking at a group of sharks, Jock thought a lot.

Under the attack of the sharks.

Its body slowly lost its temperature.

At the last moment out of a tear.

Its tears turned into me.

The master said to me that he wanted to know what happened to his father, but who knows?

I am just a tear, which used to belong to Jock.

Now it belongs to the Pacific Ocean.