On
November 20, 1820, the Essex Whale sailboat sailed in open sea about a
thousand miles West of the Galapagos Islands, in the middle of the
so-called “Offshore Ground”, a portion of the Pacific Ocean still almost
unviolated and very rich in headodogl I.
These
animals were ambushed because their heads contained around 2,200 liters
of ready-to-use oil, which, if burned in the lamps of those times,
produced an intense light with a completely less dense smoke than the
one emitted by The oil combustion of normal whales and even more than
oil minerals.
At
the beginning of the 19th century the whale oil industry general
quarter was located in the small Nantucket Island, about 24 miles off
the coast of New England, where a community of about seven thousand
inhabitants, with a majority of religion here Cchera, he had been lucky
with what was the “oil” of the time.
The
fleet of the Nantuchettian whales was composed of more than 70 ships,
among which the Essex, which, with its 26 meters long and 238 tons of
weight, belonged to the middle category.
At
his command there was the twenty-year-old captain George Pollard Jr.,
an indecisive and low-wrist man, who however could count on the
ambitious first officer Owen Chase, just younger than him but already
considered a “fishy”, one that is, he wanted to be a carr yesterday was
in a hurry.
Sailing
from the port of Nantucket in August of the previous year, Essex had
sailed towards the South, traveling the entire Atlantic Ocean in the
direction of Cape Horn, however, with the result of collecting a very
thin boot in those waters already very battered ute from the
competition.
From
here the necessity, to get back from the expenses and allow a profit to
those men who had already spent over a year in the open sea, to try
everything for everything, dubbing Capo Horn until entering the Pacific.
It
was an Ocean that then made all the sailors fear for its vastness and
the dangers that characterized it (sudden and tremendous storms, dry,
cannibals infested islands... ), but in return it guarantees plenty of
predictions, especially in the less-beaten areas.
From
here the Essex men’s decision to push themselves so far away from the
coast, being rewarded that day by seeing a large pack of headwaters.
When
two spears had already been thrown into their pursuit, sparing the
first specimen, however, the men who stayed on board saw a huge male of
about 26 meters and 80 tons of weight deliberately aiming at full speed
or head full of scars against the their ship.
The
crash was very violent and the impact happened under the floating line,
near the thunderbolt; scarred on the ground, the sailors remained
unbelievers, unable to prepare for what had happened.
If
in fact a vessel could have caused damage in the accident with one of
those beasts, it had never happened before that one of them deliberately
attacked a ship.
After
the first collision the huge cetaceus, passed under the ship,
resurrected on the opposite side, moving around 600 meters away, but
only to stop furiously clashing the water with its tail, as if it was
upset by anger.
With
terror in their eyes, the sailors saw him reclaiming speed until he hit
the hive again, this time just below the anchor, pushing back their
boat and making it tilted below the floating line.
In a few moments it was clear to everyone that Essex was irreparable from sinking!
While
the head of the head, disturbed himself from that trench of wood and
wire, moved away to not recover anymore, to those men only left to
recover the nautical tools quickly and furious and as many supplies and
barrels of water as possible, for then take part in the survived boat,
in part of the other two spoons that were already in the water and had
witnessed the whole scene helpless.
This
is how it started for those maritime winds, redistributed on three
small shells drifting in the vast ocean, a dramatic Odyssey that would
last almost three months, passed between indescribable suffering caused
by hunger, dehydration, diseases and a Children of pure madness, and
characterized by episodes of cannibalism.
Only
two of those boats, i.e. which were directed by Pollard and Owen, would
have been fortunately spotted and rescued between 18 and 23 February
1821 by a cruise ship off the coast of Easter Island, only on board Five
survivors in total, now reduced to skeletons in an animal state, their
attempts were to disintegrate the bones of their devoured companions one
after another.
From
the third boat instead they lost their tracks forever, while the last
three survivors were recovered a few weeks later on the isolite of
Henderson coral, where they were disembarked on the previous December
21st refusing to leave again ire, and they managed to survive by feeding
on crustaceans and sea birds and drinking the rain water.
From this true story Herman Melville would have been inspired to write his “Moby Dick” in 1851.