MD Gamming!

Hello fellow whalers!

The weather in this corner of the world is pleasant most of the time. But the sea tends to be high and turbulent. Over the horizon dark clouds are looming. Sharks are everywhere, and so much a part of our journey that at times we suspect they are part of us and we a part of them, so we check each other to see whether we grew monstrous teeth and splicing fins. But we cannot complain for we chanced to encounter many whales and can hope to fair well when we go back home, if we do make it in one piece. As you well know, long hours of lowering, rowing, killing, mounting, cutting, squeezing and then cleaning up and starting all over again makes one's soul weary and starved. It is then that I take up a book. Usually, it is Moby Dick, because as long as our whaling journey may be, I fear the book is longer… In it I find a good companion because it speaks of me and my journey in a different language. It brings me messages from my ancestors of long time past, who were straggling to understand the world and themselves and do the best they can. It is strangely intimate. Strange and foreign, yet speaks to heart is exactly what I need, when standing on the mast top and wondering about the vast universe and myself in it.