It was in the year of 1831 when the Jolly Gnosher, the great whaling ship of considerable note, went down. It had been on campaign through the Pacific seas, rounding the northern tip of the Isla Isabela in the Galapagos, when it met its match in the very beast it was hunting—an old bull whale of ponderous size and unfathomable strength. If these traits had not already been enough to instill fear into every sailors’ heart, the monster also boasted skin of an uncanny hue that shone like a silver coin, momentarily blinding any soul who cast his eyes upon him.
Retaliating against his attackers’ harpoons, the great whale bucked and with all his force, launched head-on into the vessel, an action which in one motion, launched the crew into the frigid waters, holed the ship, and when it promptly filled with water, sunk it to the ocean floor. There were no human survivors. It is believed, though that the awful silver beast still swims those waters to this day.
Read on in The Runcible Spoon