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Help me check the bearing.

- You know what we hit?

- What?

We didn't hit anything, it hit us.

Novak, check the engine room.

Paul!

Is that whale still alive?

- She's breathing.

- Go back to the wheel.

- Novak! Help me get her overboard.

- To hell with her.

- One more hit and he'll sink us.

- That's why I want her overboard.

Climb the boom and cut the rope.

Okay, cut her.

Novak!

- Are you all right?

- I'm okay now.

Oh, my God.

Let's go. Come on.

You drive on, I'll walk.

Are you reading to the whale?

It's not your style

to butcher a whale by accident.

- What can I do?

- Don't look at me as if I'm crazy.

I must say I'm amazed she swam up

here against the wind and the tide.

She didn't swim.

Her mate pushed her.

He what?

- Didn't you anchor here last night?

- I did. Out there.

- He followed you.

- What?

He followed you.

She speaks the truth.

She knows from university,

I know it from my ancestors.

I'm delighted to hear that.

Who are you?

Jakob Umilak.

I'm a teacher up north.

- Nice to meet you.

- You're the man who did this?

Guilty...

Well, I must be off now.

- Please, listen to him.

- Why?

Our fathers once tried to kill a whale

and only wounded it.

The whale capsized the boat

and chewed up both hunters.

These whales have great memory.

Even after many years -

- they remember the human being

who harmed them.

He saw you, Nolan.

He saw you on the boat.

If I were you,

I'd stay far from his territory.

- I mightjust do that.

- You give up?

I mightjust do that, too.

Bless him, oh Lord.

Let light perpetual shine upon him.

Amen.

That was nice, Reverend.

Thanks.

Would you give this in his name

to the Seamen's Fund?

- He didn't have any family.

- Thank you.

There's something

I'd like to ask you.

Would you wait for me outside, Paul?

- You're Irish?

- Yes.

Can't lose the accent.

I've been here 16 years.

Laborers are a dime a dozen

at home.

I came over here to work

for my uncle in his boat.

He died and left me the boat.

And he left me Gus.

Dear old Gus.

He taught me everything I know.

Which is precious little.

I can understand

how badly you must feel.

Fishermen like to die at sea.

He had a fear of dying in a home,

with tubes sticking out of him.

But to die like this...

Don't take it too much to heart.

What's done is done.

Right.

Reverend?

What I was meaning to ask you...

Can you commit a sin

against an animal?

You can commit a sin against

a blade of grass.

Sins are really against oneself.

You understand?

I do.

Thank you, Reverend.

- Thanks for the tie.

- I'm glad the pants fit.

- Excuse me. Nolan, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- I'm Al Swain. I'm in charge here.

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