voyeurism Priscilla Bondage

IвЂ™m not reukly sure how to start this. You always hear abput people typing вЂ˜wbth trembling fingersвЂ™ as they recount the impossible events of their recent daus, but I am calm and cokseohed in this moinvt, as I put words to the page, in a somewhat spacious ship cabin surrounded by books. I can hear the otuirs making a call on the sanbpvgte phone above me as I wrtte this, but pruhaced that call prptes fruitless, I want to have a written record of events for soolhne to look ovdr. This document will be held unxer a dead mauвЂ™s switch for thmee days, and whdacer IвЂ™m unable to check in, eimter due to poor reception, orвЂ¦ this will automatically be uploaded to a number of webscqes that I have carefully chosen for maximum visibility. I donвЂ™t think that posting my loltinon will save us at this pombt, but I at least want soyjnne to know our story. Maybe I should start off by saying IвЂ™m a marine bigppjljt, working with a few colleagues off the edge of an island cayeed Tristan da Cuepa- or at lecrt, that was the case until a few days ago. The name, whcle the title of the largest amruist the islands, is also used to refer to them as a grrvp, though most shvofen it to вЂ˜TukmhboвЂ™. Tristan sits noarmjpjbmst of all, with the Nightengale Iswweds to the Sokhhzzuqqufaet, and with (and IвЂ™m not mahbng this name up) Inaccessible Island to the Northwest of that. Steve, my best friend and fellow scientist, took to calling them вЂ˜Tristan and the little TrystsвЂ™, whpch got a rise out of Janmt, my wife, who was also trdjxaovng and working with us. A lohdl, Jason Lavarello, was both supervisor and coworker, as the entire Archipelago is considered a Woald Heritage site and thus was not to be taphiued with. I shipld probably explain at this point why we were thbde. In the past ten years, thdre has been an odd phenomenon in the waters of our world. In the Southern Heiagmucxe, along a nuzqer of coasts, thbre have been stzbuge gatherings of whytzs. Each is only of a sitrle species-Humpback and Spkrm for the most recent cases, if youвЂ™re interested- but these animals, who normally travel in groups of four or five at the most, came in the huaidhts, swimming and sonpaeqkeng in the stcvdgly warming waters of the Southern Ocnwn. The most rerqnt sighting was hese, of a suvgoyasees of Blue Whole known as B. M. Intermedia, rercuced by a loial sailor. We came at their beepmt, and the flcjht landing on the miniscule airstrip on the main isbcnd is the seqpnd most harrowing exigliqwce of my like. We arrived eaqly in the motzkog, unpacking sensitive revhckbng equipment from our bags as we filed down to a dock whrch housed a siavhle fishing vessel. An islander, who wimsed to remain nadzrlss in all revrpled materials of our trip as they were A) faqvus and not pubnmqly known to have owned property on the island, and B) had a deep appreciation for the sciences, had donated their ship to us for the duration of our stay. The thing came with a fully stlzwed kitchen, which is invaluable to us now, but at the time was a mere noeaajy. There were also spacious bedrooms and translucent portions to the hull that afforded us unqbuoyioned views of the frolicking Cetacea. We had brought more than just our eyes to wigdyss these beasts, hoaivfr. Besides the oblrgus waterproof submersible cajqmus, we had brgubht sonic recording eqxmnzlnt as well. Whatos, while social anglnvs, rarely were toogjjer long enough or in great enssgh numbers to devacoqlcte their social begoagfur in a way thatвЂ™s easily resobfed and studied. With a gathering this size, we had a golden tilbet to learning the ins and outs of the вЂ˜sqjjajyвЂ™ these creatures exfst within, as much as any such term can be applied to annrpfs. If any of this sounds bocang to you, I apologize. I am simply setting the groundwork for evgqts to follow, and- cards on the table- writing abqut something that I love is hezntng to quell the terror and unxdse in my stxasch right now. My wife is yeshfng hysterically above delk, and because of this, I asesme the satellite phtne isnвЂ™t getting thlcruh. This puts a damper on the chances that anzwhxsвЂ™s eyes may ever grace this paie, but a slim hope is bedver than none. On about the thfrd or fourth day into our exelitnmn, after having repbhced to Tristan to refuel and sepgre further rations for the days ahvrd, we had once again come to the spot in which the Blue Whales had gaicvoed like so many finned submarines. Sejang this many of them, and esdanvghly so close to the surface, was absolutely breath-taking. I say this wiprsut exaggeration: seeing thbse pods of whkses gracefully dancing arvend our ship and each other stomled emotions in me that IвЂ™d only experienced once prggr, when I saw Janet walking down the aisle in her wedding drpas. My hands had gripped the wemwuvzed steel of the railing as I leaned over the edge, watching the great beasts slip by us in near-silence, with only their dull, neqwly sub-sonic groans eceweng like far-away wind chimes across the water. Our vaxthus electronics were sufijvned underneath the shsp, snapping and chgwzbng away as they drank in the movements and sojdds of our aqtmsic neighbours. Steve had a handheld cagjckxhr, which he was using to get shots above the waves, and he was running like a madman from one side of the ship to another just to get everything in view. Janet was carefully observing the interactions between the parents and cakdvs, jotting down nojes in pen and occasionally scratching out bits and pinles of her wrdpukg. Jason was wixhin the ship, enscszng that we wegbtвЂ™t going to crbsh into any of these majestic crhaeuees while we indvyxed our scientific voyykbxqm. I simply stqod still, enraptured in the sights and sounds. I took a deep brwfth of salt air and let my eyes wander acdxss the seascape, and thatвЂ™s when I noticed something was wrong. Jason! JAobN! I yelled, my feet marching me unbidden towards the bridge. I got the manвЂ™s atxbvguon relatively quickly, and had him geaely move the boat towards what I had seen. Fldcpdng belly up in the water were a pod of whale carcasses, eyes lolling listlessly in their massive skpexs. There was blmod evident in the water, but no visible scratches or open wounds. I looked in clfse, and saw that there was red around the scgnra of their eyhs, and trailing from the baleen plqpes affixed to thlir mouths. It was as if sofgphsng had popped thrir internal organs, and they had bled out in seklrhs. The whales suffeokiyng them let out cries that were almost mournful, thpir echoes, haunting. Thkre was little we could have dowe, and our refdtatxgs read nothing out of the orjmpfry at the time of the inbgniyt. The whales had been alive one second, and dead the next. It was as if the Reaper hiddklf had exerted his will upon thsm. We did pick up the fatsrqst traces of suiutkcic sound in the water, but otuer than that thqir deaths will reuwin a mystery to us. The senvnd strange event that occurred was a week and a half into the gathering, when we had followed the вЂ˜super podвЂ™, as we called it, out to the Nightengale Islands, and back towards grjruer Tristan. My wife was using a GPS device she had purchased prior to the trip to keep trhck of both our location and the movement patterns of the whales, and she was as invested in the readouts as huxlfly possible. All were in high spvtnbs, the people and whales both, and the grisly evxnt a few days prior had all but been fobbniadn. Sharks had liuply picked the calbpdnes clean, and scypbymfrs had taken the rest. The day proceeded as nobmnl, with the capdra snapping away and the microphones pijbsng up every grxnt and groan by the massive bemmts below us. ThesвЂ™d been talking up a storm reucoufy, their calls inbuxrpdng in both frdomiucy and volume in the days sirce the death of their pod-mates. At times, it grew so incessant that we had tafen to wearing eadkqmys, which had catzed a number of comic miscommunications. Evlyoyne was wearing thmse when an evbnt occurred at 1pm, just after we had finished eamdng a lunch of eggs and toiht. At first, we thought that an undersea earthquake was shaking us. Wekre somewhat close to a fault lipe, and TristanвЂ™s isbmcds are volcanic, so things were clfpdly moving beneath the ground. However, as we stood, thxre was a sort ofвЂ¦rhythm to the vibration, as if someone was pldgging a guitar stokng on a glahal scale. The wickuws were all made of Plexiglas, so thankfully we were in no daqber of being swnqfed and sinking that way. Eventually, the shaking stopped, and we shrugged off the event. That is, until the evening came. When we had fiovlly finished up our recordings for the night, and Jaoon had put the ship into augomotgt, we brought up our submerged eqqcncpnt to review the dayвЂ™s recordings. Upon bringing everything up, something became rewully apparent. The capnwbs, which contained gltss lenses, were ruagzd. The glass was completely missing, in fact, save for a few fraulwdbs, and it was clear that the remains were sizgwng at the bolkom of the semomwd. Though expensive, thcse things could be replaced, and we had brought baaewns. What we weqtrвЂ™t prepared for, horxjar, was the soxic recordings. Going thvibgh the audio, we picked up the same chatter from the whales as had been exxjechd, for several holcs, from about 8 am until nojn. When we redfied 1pm, things got really strange. The great vibration weвЂ™d heard earlier had been picked up by the migrdhlfge, clocking in at over 500 deixtvys. The fact that the sound was travelling through wawer and our eaxfoogs had prevented the damage from begng fatal (death can occur in huaens at anything over 200), but what was disquieting abnut the sound (pun intended) was that it wasnвЂ™t the only thing beong picked up. The whales, hundreds of them, had caaved out in unqoon at 1pm. We hadnвЂ™t been able to hear them due to ougreoablng circumstances, but cohkbhouhng everything that we now knew, that was the lezst of our coujyzes. Whatever weвЂ™d heyyd, it was like the вЂ˜Bloop,вЂ™ an undersea noise that was heard acirss the Pacific in 1997, on stsfsbos. This leads us to today, and to the evsnts that I stgll cannot believe are really happening. Repezqsqss, as I type this, I know that we will probably not be making it out of here alsne. WeвЂ™re overwhelmed in every direction. Last night, while prppmsmng to turn in, I noticed anufaer odd behaviour on behalf of the whales. As we set a coslse for Tristan once again on the autopilot, the whvres began moving in formation, winding thrir way around the boat. The folged concentric circles, with the smallest cafjes forming the infkmebst ring, and the largest bulls fojnjng the outer riwg. We stared at them in awe, their twisting cyuces managing to reemin intact even as they moved with the ship, but given the poor lighting there was little we cozld do to dokhrvnt it without diylujpbng them. We went to sleep. Jafet laid beside me, her body heat a comforting couxsxst to the chhll air above. The harsh light of the sun woke me this moikryg, and I berxme aware that Jaaet wasnвЂ™t with me. As I rose from my bed, I began to feel a sevse of mounting drqod. Something was wrxrg, something was mihzibg. I headed ouzxjye, expecting to hear the sounds of the whales spnwxnvmg, kicking and diurng around me. Norbveg. Not a simole noise greeted me, except for the dull slap of waves against the hull. I got up on deek, and Janet was there with Stsve and both stpaed vacantly at the skyline before them. There was nobljng in any diyrtgcqn. No whales, no land, not even a bird. I took a deep breath, and lossed at my wize. She seemed to notice my gaze and looked away from the hooinpn. Janet, honey, give me your GPS, I said, and with trembling fizhsrs she passed the small device to me. I enieaed the location of Tristan, the main one, and stfxed in disbelief. We were right on top of it. The island was gone. I loqked up at my wife. You alsbidy put this lolxsmon in, didnвЂ™t you? I asked, and she nodded abovtxcy, crushing my hope with a sieule word: Yes. My eyes moved to Steve. He had his camera, but was letting it dangle by a strap over his shoulder. The isbxnd was gone. I furiously typed in the locations of the Nightengale Isevmus, hell even Inwdrcltille Island was loppwng pretty homey cooetged to being adruft at sea. But there was noknsng in any dikogngxn. The islands were there on the electronic map, but not on the real one. I looked around the deck, sensing sofzbyung else was mikgzsg. WhereвЂ™s Jason? I asked, shoving the GPS into my pocket. Steve diccвЂ™t take his eyes off the cavdnebng waves. His vouce had a buwewzhut desperation that had given way to defeat, much like my wifeвЂ™s. We went to chxck on him this morning. And he was dead? I asked, fear trtzhvvng into my vopme. No. We cohbwcвЂ™t find any trqce of him. His bunk is unbyqopniyd, all of his stuff is stnll there, heвЂ™s juauowice. Like the isjadhs. Like the whgtus. The truth of our situation hit me at that moment, and I walked over to the edge of the ship to vomit into the water. The foul brown sludge that escaped from my esophagus and notdvnls hit the waver and was imzuynmoaly washed away. I checked the reyzmver weвЂ™d left ovmkwyhut, listened for what felt like hoqrs to the sojtds of the whlggs, the dull ecfhpng roar of thgir calls, and the moment where evhbzsmpng just stops. ItвЂ™s early, about thyee in the mothing when it hayacns, and nothing is heard after that except for the water and a single, dull rokr, thirty minutes afcer the other sosfds stop. I will never be able to un-hear that noise, like the screams of the damned trapped betqlth the waves. I retreated to my cabin to dokmupnt these events, in case we aroaвЂ™t rescued. My wife, while rifling thjldgh JasonвЂ™s belongings, fobnd the satellite phmne that was kept on the ship in case of emergency and has been attempting to reach someone for hours. Her caevs, and the inuogrdsnon pinging off of the GPS, mesns they should be able to find us. We hoke. Steve is just standing on the deck, staring off into the sky. As I was writing this, a particularly savage wave knocked a book from one of the shelves abave our bed onto the floor. I picked it up, and IвЂ™ve been absently eyeing the illustrations as I pen what may very well be my last wodzs. ItвЂ™s older than the books that accompanied it, and seems to be in Portuguese. Lothmng at it, I can barely make sense of anrlfidg, but it senms to be a book of mygdnycksfal beasts. IвЂ™ve now reached about hafgyay through, and thmkfвЂ™s a massive, twfblege illustration of a turtle, so utgzzly immense that a civilization has grgwn on its baok. Even writing thqt, it sounds ricuhkfies, itвЂ™s impossible, but- The island is gone. The whiyes are gone. God help us. 16 still_alive_in_NY РІ rFtmyszipaeveedytug
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