Seals story chapter 3: Killers

The dawn broke sharply on the rock island. The seals rose with the break of dawn, barking and flapping their fins on the wet rocks. They slid into the chilly water and sped through the dark depths, whiskered noses poking about for food.

The humans woke slowly and just as loudly, stretching and yawning and moaning.

"Oh…"

"Aw man…"

"My back is shot."

"My mouth tastes like doody," Ralph cried.

"Good morning humans," Tinia said, flopping down from the rocks. "Sleep well?"

"Well, considering our previous nights were spent sleeping on a couch floating in the harbor, yeah, actually, great," Homer answered.

"Well, it's a beautiful morning," the seal cow continued, "And look at those gulls! The fish are plentiful today."

A small seal waddled up to Tinia.

"Momma, can I go out and hunt with Aaron?" he asked.

"Alright, dear, just stay close to him, and don't swim out to far."

"Okay Momma."

The little seal waddled to the edge of the rocks then dove into the green water and sped away.

The girls were gaga over the little pup.

"What a cute baby seal!"

"Aw!"

"Aw, that's your baby?" Marge asked.

"Yes, from last fall. Isn't he a darling? How many pups-er, chil-ren…?…do you have?"

"Bart's my oldest, then Lisa, and Maggie. I left Maggie with my sisters for this trip."

"How old is the little on?"

"One year."

"Oh, so…how grown up is she? I don't know how fast your kind mature."

"She can walk, but not very well. She's making sounds, but I've never heard her say any actual words."

"My, your kind grow so slowly. My little Jamie is just over four seasons and already he's swimming on his own."

Tinia looked up suddenly, her tiny ears folded back.

"Something's wrong."

Bart came running along the rocks.

"Mom! Dolphins!"

"Killer whales! Killers!" the seals started to bark. Out from the rocks, where the seals had been feeding, a pod of killers had drifted in from the deep waters and was picking them off one by one. Their waters turned white with splashing and flailing, and the gulls swirling and screeched overhead.

"Mom, we have to do something!" Lisa begged.

"Forget it," Helen Lovejoy said, "What can we do?"

"If we don't do something they'll all be killed!"

"Not on my watch!" Homer yelled from the bow of the boat. "Hop aboard men! No ones eats my hosts!"

Skinner, Rev. Lovejoy, Ned, Chief Wiggum and Bart hopped on the boat.

"Boat, forward!" Homer yelled.

They sped out into open waters where the orcas were making slaughter. Homer leaned off the side of the boat, knife clenched in his teeth. As they came alongside a killer, Homer jumped off and grabbed the whale by its back fin. Taking his knife in hand, he screamed "Die, Free Willie! From hell's heart, I stab at thee!" and plunged the knife into the whale. The creature didn't even notice. Skinner ran to the front of the boat, holding a harpoon.

"Homer, catch!" he called as he threw the spear. Homer grabbed it and drove it into the orca's back. The whale squeeled and rolled, throwing Homer.

Seeing Homer in the water, the other killers stopped.

"Whoa, look at that yellow walrus!"

"I get dibs on his fins!"

The orcas rushed to devour him. Homer waved to the boat, and Lovejoy steered it around and brought it to pick him up. Homer grabbed the railing and had begun to pull himself up when an orca burst from the water, jaws open. Bart was ready, and hit it on the nose with an oar. The oversized dolphin chirped and sunk back under. The other orcas peeked out from beneath the water.

"What the- humans?"

"That's right, Shamu! The dominan species on this planet!"

"How dare you interrupt our feeding!"

The killer whale Bart clubbed resurfaced.

"Hey guys! They killed Freddie! They harpooned him!"

"What? Why you puny little-!" the whale started. The bright red dot that appeared on the side of his head made him stop. Skinner stood on the bridge, holding a speargun with a laser sight.

"Puny what?" he asked.

The whales growled and disappeared beneath the waves.