We are all well aware that in all the feelings that the helmsman has about Moby Dick, hatred is overwhelming.

For the other sailors, the feeling of beluga whale is very complicated, except for some superficial factors, there is an indescribable horror in the hearts of all of them.

No one can tell the exact source of the horror, but it is shrouded in this thing all the time.

Everyone tries to describe this horror, although it is difficult to do so.

Close your eyes and think about what scares you the most about Stanley, the sea monster.

It's white.

Before white was associated with Stanley, it was really a beautiful and admirable color.

White marble, white camellias, white pearls, these are so pleasing to the eye!

In many countries, white is a sacred and inviolable color, an inviolable deity that people worship spiritually.

The ancient kingdoms worshipped the white elephant as a symbol of their supreme royal rule, and their flags were printed with snow-white war horses, which the heirs of the Caesar dynasty set as the color of the royal family.

There are countless examples of this, which is enough to show how much people have loved white since ancient times.

White was full of joy, and the Romans felt that the marble of white marble symbolized joyful days.

White is full of nobility and purity, and it is the mark of the bride.

White is full of dignity, the inviolable law of nerves and the seat of royal power.

White is full of wisdom and is the embodiment of ideas and talents.

The supreme kingship, the god who dominates the spirit, the pure and beautiful bride, these are the most admired and worshiped things in the world, all of which are associated with white.

At a certain point, the positive side of the matter often evolves into a negative effect.

I don't know if this is the culmination of a thing, or if it's a deterioration.

Out of blind admiration for white, the undesirable consequences of white have arisen.

For example, we need to wrap a dead man in white silk and put him in a tomb made of white marble.

In this way, white is immediately associated with ghosts and ghosts, and people immediately see the other side of white, which is sadness, horror, and disgust.

In this way, white creates a shadow in people's hearts.

When people saw the color white, in addition to the original respect, they also began to have doubts about it.

As a result, all melancholy and fear, real and unreal, are covered in white.

Imagine that in all the legends, there is no time when the appearance of ghosts and gods is not connected with white, and it has almost become a fixed pattern.

As a result, white evolved into a color that was both * and terrifying, joyful and melancholy, pure and disgusting.

As a result, there are also things that surprise people with the majesty and power of white.

Snow-white polar bears and snow-white sharks are two examples.

Regardless of the danger they themselves may be to people, the superficial impression of both of them is already terrifying and disgusting.

All those who are at sea are taboo to see them and will avoid them like ghosts.

However, what we are talking about here is only the negative effect of white in the environment on people, but more importantly, the psychological effect of white on people.

It was this that determined the tremendous role that Stanley Dick had in the minds of sailors.

So in the eyes of the sailors, a lot of white became something with divine power that made them terror and cringe.

When a ship approaches a foreign port after a long period of wandering, you are called out to and instructed to go to the deck to keep an eye out of the reef.

In this lonely night, you stand on the deck and look around, the sea around you is milky white, and the waves are jumping around you, like countless white bears surrounding you.

Your mind will tense up at this point, and you will feel that there are countless white ghosts seducing your soul, and the danger of the reef is almost nothing.

A similar feeling can be felt when you see the continuous snow, and you immediately think about what it would be like to get lost in this white world.

You will be terrified of the danger you may encounter.

However, there are many, many such scenes dominated by white, and our nerves become very fragile and fragile.

The magic of white over humanity, we can never figure it out, is like a mystery that only foreshadows and verifies bad omens.

We can't guess it, but it intimidates us all the time.

They seem to be light, but in fact they weigh heavily on our hearts, making us feel powerless because of their presence.

We avoid them, even give in to them.

What a beautiful night it was, the moon was shining, and the sea was like an ocean of mercury.

It was night shift, and the sailors stood in a long line on the deck, from the freshwater vats on the middle deck to the stern where they drank.

They pass a bucket of fresh water, and they carry the fresh water from the large bucket to the drinking place by passing the bucket.

Everyone passed the buckets, but no one spoke, and their feet did not move.

It was very quiet on the deck, no one was talking, and the atmosphere was peaceful.

Only the mast and sail sometimes sounded, and the keel of the ship.

At this time, a sailor named Aki near the hatch whispered to a sailor named Apo next to him:

"Did you hear the sound in the cabin? Awa. ”

"Catch the bucket, don't be suspicious."

Awa interrupted him.

"Hey, again, just below the hatch, there's a cough."

Aki still pricked up his ears.

"Cough the hell, bring the empty bucket."

Apo still didn't believe it.

"It's ringing again, it's still in that Jia, as if someone is turning over in their sleep, yes, it's that sound."

Aki looked surprised.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm afraid it was the bread you ate last night that turned over in your stomach, right?"

Apo quipped.

"Whatever you want to make fun of, I trust my ears anyway."

Aki said firmly.

"Okay, then you can believe it, anyway, your ears are not normal, remember that when you left the island of the wicked fifty nautical miles, you can still hear the sound of your wife's sewing car!"

Apo is still not serious.

Aki ignored him.

"I won't argue with you, things will be clear sooner or later."

After a pause, Aki said again.

"Perhaps, there's someone hiding there? None of us have ever met anyone. No wonder I heard Stubb say to Frasker in the morning that something big was going to happen, and it must be something the helmsman was doing. ”

Apo got a little impatient.

"you, Aki, you, get the bucket quickly.

Stanley is the most prominent representative of this white.

That night, after the helmsman had taken all the sailors and swore an oath, he returned to his cabin.

At this time, the wind was blowing at sea, and the sailors were partying on the deck.

The helmsman could hear their shouts, and then the Spartan drum was beating.

The helmsman was very satisfied with his encouragement and guidance.

He walked over to a cupboard, took out a large roll of nautical charts, and placed them on the table.

The nautical charts were all yellowed.

The helmsman sat down next to the table and began to study the scroll with full attention.

He watched and pondered, and from time to time he marked the diagram.

On the table was a stack of nautical diaries, the culmination of years of his efforts to sail the world's oceans.

He did his homework and forgot everything but the charts.

The wax tin lamp hanging above his head flickered incessantly.

The dim light shone on his wrinkled forehead, which looked like a course drawn on his forehead.

The helmsman locked himself in the cabin almost every night, studying these charts, which was his old homework.

He must be ready for everything so that he can find his enemies.

For a person who doesn't know anything about sea monsters, if you let him find a big monster in the middle of the ocean, it will be harder than letting him ascend to the sky.

But for the helmsman, for the captain, who had been in the ocean for almost all his life and lived by whaling, he could find his opponent by all means.

He can study the tide and the drift of the sea monster's food, and deduce where the sea monster should be at a specific time.

In fact, the activities of the sea monster have their own rules, which is a veteran of fighting monsters, he has a number in his heart.

Therefore, based on experience, the monster fighters determined the fishing grounds for catching sea monsters in the world's oceans, and mapped the migration routes and schedules of sea monsters.

Experienced monster-fighting ships operate according to the above rules.

Here's a look at one of Stanley's breathtaking skills.

When migrating from one feeding ground to another, the sea monster can travel long distances, sometimes even across oceans. However, the path it swam in was quite straight, as if we had drawn it with a ruler on a diagram.

During migrations of thousands of nautical miles, its channel is only a few nautical miles wide, and the accuracy of the channel is astonishing.

We still don't know what kind of navigation system the sea monster relies on, maybe it's just instinct.

In this way, the channel with a width of several nautical miles provides an opportunity for the monster fighting ship, because for the lookout on the monster fighting ship, the sea area of several nautical miles is completely within his lookout range.

Because the sea monster whale's water spray greatly expands the visual range of its own tracking.

It is for the above reasons that the helmsman has a considerable certainty, and not only that, but because he has scientifically arranged the route of his travel, it is possible for his boat to encounter Stanley even when crossing the fishing grounds.

Although the pursuit plan and pursuit route designed by the helmsman are feasible, they are inevitable in terms of the inherent laws of one thing.

Stanley, for example, has its own inherent law of action, and for itself, this law is ironclad and unchanging, just as the sun is in constant motion.

The Sun stays near the Tropic of Cancer for a period of time each year, and for Stanley, it bears a striking resemblance to the Sun, except that it stays not near the Tropic of Cancer, but around the equatorial line, around the summer solstice.

That's the specific time and place where Stanley was captured.

Stanley had been in this place at this time for several years in a row, and the helmsman had long remembered that.

According to the information collected by the helm master, all the tragedies caused by Stanley are the same without exception, including the helm master himself.

That's where Stanley is proud, that's his territory, it's his inviolable territory.

That's where the helmsman suffers humiliation.

It will also be the final showdown between Helmsman and Stanley.

Or bury Stanley, or bury the helmsman, right in that place, it's immutable.

When the helmsman led the Tarzan away from the wicked, according to the helmsman's calculations, it should be the season when Stanley appeared in the equatorial fishing grounds.

It's a pity that the Tarzan couldn't arrive in time in such a short time.

"Let that damn guy have another summer."

The helmsman thought hatefully in his heart.

The Tarzan must wait for the next season.