Capta*in Ma/eda final*ly turne*d off th*e en*gine just* so w*e coul*d stop th*e awful h*um and vib*ration *throug*h the b/oat.
The en*gine tu*rned off. T*he hum* did*n't st*op.
R*iku bega*n poin*ting and* yellin*g to sta*rboard, a/nd the o*cean as f*ar as we* could see w*as fill*ed wit*h whal*es. Hun*dreds..*. mayb*e thous*ands of t*hem, al/l surrou*nding t*he Dial U*p.
Th*e nois*e... th*e hum.*.. that* helli*sh viba*tion is* com*ing fr/om them*.
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