It all happened in the Pacific Ocean.
I am a drop of tear. Don’t ask me why.
What was rational was actual and what was actual was rational.
I belonged to a whale.
I was in his eye and I saw the things he saw.
My master was a strong whale.
I followed him everywhere until the moment his body lost warmth.
It should be said that I was the only one by his side when he died.
Whales lived and moved about in a group but they die alone.
I could feel how regretful he had been the moments leading up to his death.
If it was true that regretful tears were salty, I would most definitely be the saltiest drop to exist.
But nothing can be changed.
I still remembered what Chalk’s father had said.
"You’re the strongest whale to be born this year, Chalk."
While the other newborn whales weighed only about six tonnes, Chalk was eight. A big doll indeed.
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