If I was a seal and some British officer was trying to club me to death, I’d bite the Limey son of a bitch. I’d go straight for his gonads, and I’d get my seal buddies to do the same.
If you’ve heard the story of Sir Ernest Shackleton as told in Alfred Lansing’s book Endurance, you may know something about clubbing seals. Shackleton, the famous British explorer, got trapped in the South Atlantic ice pack in 1914. His ship, the Endurance got crushed, and the crew was afloat on the moving ice for 20 months. What saved his 27 man crew from starvation was the docile stupidity of seals. There were plenty of seals. Shackleton’s crew could walk right up to them and club them to death. The seals’ buddies would sit and watch and then walk right up to Jack Tar with adoring eyes as if nothing happened, totally oblivious to their impending doom.
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