as to what the hunters and whalers concerns were.
WHALE: If you hunt me down I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
WHALER#1: Arghh, ye talking cetacean. Your fishy threats don't frighten us. Fire!
WHALE: Urghhh! Right, well you asked for it. You'll be visited by the ghost of whaling past: a terrifying amorphous blob of a creature that strips men of their flesh and spits out their bones on the beach.
WHALER#1: If I had a piece of eight for every time some whale said that I'd be a rich whaler.
WHALER#1: That's him done, lads. Did anyone pack the big hawsers?
WHALER#1: Shiver my timbers, we'll have to go back and get them.