A Great Encounter With Orcas

It was a rather frosty morning near the arctic sea, when the two fishermen, Jayco and Robbin, decided to take a walk down the trail from their cosy little cottage to catch their breakfast.

Each of them grabbed their fishing rods and reels and made it to the door. It was so narrow that it looked more like a wicket door for those two large men to come through. After sucking some air and holding their breath, they squeezed themselves out through the little passage into the frozen front yard.

Half way down the path to the pier, Jayco shouted:

“- Oh mate, did you remember to get the baits?

- Bloody hell, I didn’t, nah!

- What sort of fisherman are you?

- I told ya, my head ain’t in the right place today. I’m gonna go grab it, I’ll catch ya.”

While Robbin returned to the cottage to pick up the baits he had forgotten, Jayco continued walking down the trail until he arrived at the arctic pier. As he spotted two other men at the far end of the jetty, he went to approach them and see what luck had been bringing them on that day.

[Suspenseful music]

Bummmmmm! The first Orca landed on the man in the red jacket, tearing the wood apart and falling into the arctic sea. Obviously that was the mother hunting to feed its calves. Now the baby Orcas were happy and nurtured.

The other man tried to run away, while Jayco was shocked and motionless, stricken by the power of nature and disgrace of the other men, who could have been otherwise him and his comrade Robbin. Ten feet away from his original position, another Orca, this one the largest creature in the ocean, or at least that’s what Jayco thought, flew over the pier, grabbing the man on the run by his head and swallowing him.

Jayco turned his back and raced back to his accommodation, leaving Robbin without a slight hint of what had just happened; Jayco just couldn’t speak.