The surging Great River rushes into the estuary, stirring up the sediment where clear and turbid waters meet. The loud whale song echoes from afar, resonating on the horizon of the cloud sea. Further north from North Port, the vibrating sea waves chase after the songs of the whale pods, traversing seven or eight hundred miles, suddenly arriving at the world's end on the far northern edge of the Western Sea Coast, the largest producer of meat oil in the world, preserving the whale totem poles of Whale Harbor in the Maca Tribe!
"Chief Divine bless! Hi·dawʔaƛwa·d, pu·pu·q̓adʔi, dudu·k̓aƛx̌a·š!…"
"Chief Divine bless! I have heard the sound, I have found it! It's whistling, it's singing a song!…"
"It's it! It's a nearby whale, it's our prey! Prepare for whaling!…"
On the kingdom's longship, the Maca Chieftain Whale Sea listens attentively, shouting in sharp high-pitched Maca tribal language.
