injection of funds he’d clawed at so desperately. Once he had his bankroll he set up “exploration” of the vast space between PORT VERDE and GIBRALTAR. This entailed extensive use of ultrasonic equipment and exploratory DEPTH CHARGES that resonated thousands of ultrasonic decibels, mapping the contours of the ocean floor. This would create a deafening roar that would be cataclysmic for any marine life in the vicinity. It was on one particularly beautiful morning that ATILLA’s halfbrother CLAUS approached him in a manner he had dreaded. He clicked out the news that his family had been found floating in a plume of KRILL and SARDINES — The DEPTH CHARGE had created a shockwave that killed them all instantly. ATILLA dove deep without hesitation to summon the wisdom and courage of the elders — to feel the pressure envelop him whole and provide him the insight needed to bring vicious reciprocity upon the monsters who’d committed this unspeakable hubris. When ATILLA arose from the depths he breached the surface of the bay and smacked his tail wildly to summon the call. Within hours he was surrounded in all directions by his great family. ATILLA was an ORCA of action not words, so his clicks were brief and blunt. The entire POD would descend upon the exploration fleet and see them all perish. His motion toward the strait from the bay was precisely planned. They would become a great crescent and squeeze them in. The charge was so fierce that ATILLA called a brief pause allowing the waves of ORCA to stack up tighter for the assault. He dove all the way below the fleet and circled back. His designs were sound so he clicked the signal motioning the first brave wave of ORCA to engage the fleet. The first wave went between the half-dozen vessels of the ARKORPOLIS expedition. They started to create a current bringing the vessels inward like a hand closing. The next wave began by punching the ships’ sterns head-on. This instantly sounded the alarm. Harpoons and long guns sounded, but by this time ATILLA had brought his COUP DE GRÂCE down upon them. Unbeknownst to ANTON, the fleet sat adjacent to a deadly UNCHARTED REEF. The reef was shaped like a sickle. The armada would invariably throttle up in desperation to escape the onslaught of ORCAS slamming into their vessels. ANTON let out a bellowing cry over his megaphone on the POTEMKIN’s bridge. The ships scurried like scared mice in a vast field as the ominous shadows descended from above, plucking them off one by one. The first two mid-size frigates were at full speed when they crashed into the stone like maze just inches below the breaking water. The ORCAS splashed angrily around the wreck showing NO QUARTER. All the rats rushed out of the decimated and now burning vessels. The adolescent ORCAS poured under the wreckage to breach feed on the fleeing enemies just as their WHITE SHARK brethren had taught them. *PLEASE NOTE* ORCA or ORCINUS ORCA; or the “toothed whale” are APEX oceanic predators. Much like other APEX predators, the assumption and hence name “KILLER WHALE” is not a name that the ORCA themselves accept or appreciate. As APEX creatures, all things in the kingdom they command swim before them in submission. It must be noted that the GREAT LIE of human and ORCA interaction is not a thing the ORCA, unlike humans, can ever forgive. The first mighty ORCA who lived and died in captivity in the Northern Pacific region were of HIGH BLOOD to the current ORCA SCION. When the monsters who captured, enslaved, abused, tortured and ultimately held them in bondage until they simply expired from extreme physical distress, a powerful message spread across the ocean. Humans, being APEX creatures as well with a far higher level of intellect, yet a minuscule measure of empathy, wouldn’t see these actions as anything more than a failed attempt at “science.” This act of WAR by mankind against the ORCA was not something the SCION, ORCA or energetic genome consciousness of the ocean could or would ever forget. The first of many ORCA, who humans would brutalize and monetize, condemning them to die in extreme pain, let out a bellowing and desperate message in clicks stating what had been done to them. This message was cast in the common tone known to all creatures of the deep — a powerful and secret tool the ORCA were given by the greatgrandparents who once lived beneath the MIGHTY SHARKS of old. SHARKS and ORCA, despite the perception and observations of humans, are not enemies. They have both taken turns as SCION of the oceans again and again throughout time. The adversary perception is created by humans and is not based in any true OCEANIC TRUTH. The youngsters were led in to devour and tear apart every survivor who tried to escape. ATILLA would corner the POTEMKIN and singlehandedly smash the stern into the reef. ANTON fired a deck gun wildly into the crimson stew of bodies and ORCAS. Cursing and spitting as his ship exposed and engulfed him. Ultimately only one deckhand would survive and live to tell this tale back to me through bars of a CALCUTTA JAIL. But that is all another story for another time … ATILLA and his chosen few would linger for days making passes at the reef. It would be weeks before the wreckage was discovered and any inquiry was opened. The vessels that came looking were mostly local fish who they knew well and had a great mutual respect for. They too were hardened by this incursion of greed. The fishing grounds these salt of the earth humans shared with the ORCA had all but collapsed in the process of this FAUX SCIENTIFIC failure. ORCA, unlike humans, can forgive and find harmony even amongst their most bitter foe. The LION who stands tall over the Great Plains as ruler does not volley opinion or hold grudges against its subjects. When creatures move from the order, justice is swift, but always with RESPECT and COMPASSION. For this reason, ORCAS see humans as other lesser vassals in their kingdom who are due respect based upon ACTIONS not ASSUMPTIONS. Thus, the humble humans who do interact with ORCA in a state of respect are always treated with the same by the kingdom of ORCA. After ATILLA was certain none had survived, he returned to his POD and chose a new mate to start again. He had a little more than half of his tenure as SCION ahead of him. He knew he’d already more than cemented his legacy. But as with all things his book was yet to be written, and he’d sworn a BLOOD OATH against any vessel of men who treated them with disrespect through the waters that he and he alone was sworn to protect. 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