PAW Patrol: The Wellermen

by paw patrol fanfiction

All his life Zuma has felt that his job is unnecessary and that his life has no purpose. That all Changes when he is offered a job as a captain of a Whaling ship, the USS Wellermen. Zuma takes the job and sets out with his new crew and ship to see the world while exploring the fun hunt of whaling. Zuma finds that this is his destiny, this is his Adventures in whaling.

5. Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

We sailed on for a whole three weeks before we reached Norwegian waters. It got cold enough that I had to put on the winter vest Ryder had given me. I looked ahead toward the horizon. Dark clouds gave it a threatening look.

"Captain, winter storm ahead," Reef shouted from the crow's nest.

"Noted, thanks, Reef," I said.

"Orders, Captain?" Jack asked.

I looked out over the ship. Everyone looked up to me for orders. I looked back at the winter storm. A sailor can always tell how bad a storm is just by looking at it, and this one was a bad one.

"Well, by the looks of it, we probably won't make it through a storm like that. Max, where's the nearest port we could dock at?" I asked.

"Nearest port? Uh, let's see here. The Trondheim port is about three miles east of here. It would probably be our best bet," Max said.

"About three miles, you said?"

"Yes, sir."

"We can make that. Loose all sails—Tops, Gallants, and Royals—get us to safety, dogs," I shouted.

"Aye, Captain."

Bay and Skipper scurried up the rigging and worked the sails. Soon we were speeding along the waves at 9 knots. The ship rocked with the waves, and I had to learn how to walk without being thrown about.

Soon, we pulled into Trondheim port just as the snow started to fall. Jack and I swung down to the dock and tied the ship down. Bay and Skipper hoisted the sails and tightened down the rigging. Cottontail battened down the hatch and secured any cargo to the floor.

By now, the snow was blowing so hard you could barely see in front of you. Blindly, we fumbled our way to a small Norwegian pub. We found a small table in the corner and sat down. The crew, being true sailors, got themselves whiskies and rums since Bay could speak a little Norwegian.

I, on the other paw, just got a bowl of water. I sat down and pulled out an empty journal. I wrote, November 10, 2024, 10:00 A.M. We're held up in a small Norwegian pub due to a winter storm, but we hope to be back out on the water soon.

"So, what's the plan, Cap?" Jack asked, taking a sip of his whisky.

"We wait for the storm to pass, and then we get right back out on the water," I said, closing the journal.

"Sounds good, Cap," Reef said.

We waited for about three hours, and eventually, the storm passed. We walked back to the ship through a thick blanket of white snow. After clearing the deck of snow, we set sail to hunt ourselves a whale.

"Keep your eyes peeled, dogs. It's time to find us a whale," I shouted.

We hunted all day but caught nothing. It was the same luck on the second and third days out at sea. On the fourth day, I took the helm. Jack was sitting next to me, looking out over the rough winter waters.

"Oy, how's the crew feeling today, Jack?" I asked.

"Cold mostly, but they're used to it," Jack said.

"Aye, I really thought we would have seen something by now…" But my voice was cut off by Reef's excited voice.

"Whale, starboard side!" Reef yelled.

Bay took over the helm as I rushed over to the starboard side. I pulled out my sailor's spyglass and looked around. Sure enough, there was a large whale playing a little way off the ship.

"What species, Captain?" Jack asked.

"Right whale. All paws on deck!" I shouted.

Bay and Skipper hoisted the sails and lowered the anchor. Meanwhile, Cottontail tightened long ropes onto some whale harpoons.

"Grab me a harpoon too, Cottontail. I want this one," I commanded.

Cottontail nodded and handed me two harpoons. Jack and Skipper lowered the whale boat, and Cottontail and I climbed in. I rowed out to where we had seen the whale. At first, I didn't see anything because of the rough waters. I searched and searched but couldn't see the whale at all. Suddenly, the whale's tail reared up right in front of us!

"Now, Cottontail, now!" I shouted.

Cottontail and I sank our harpoons deep into the whale's tail. The whale line was attached to a winch on the main ship. In a desperate attempt to escape, the whale dived deep into the ocean. The line went tight but held firm. We rowed back to the ship and put the whale boat up.

"Bring her up, dogs. We got her!" I shouted.

The crew and I fought the whale for the rest of the day. By nightfall, we had her up on deck.

"Look at the size of him. So what do we do now?" I asked.

"Now we tongue her," Jack said.

"Oh, right. Stripping them of their fat," I said, remembering the fact from my whaling book.

I pulled out my sailor's journal and wrote, November 13, 2024, 9:00 P.M. We just got my first whale up on deck and are about to start the tonguing process.

"Captain, there's a small inlet ahead. It would be a good spot to lay anchor and tongue our catch," Reef shouted.

"Aye, thanks, Reef. Bay, Skipper, Jack, get us into that inlet," I commanded.

"Yes, sir."

Once we laid anchor in the inlet, I walked over to the whale.

"All right, Jack, how do you tongue a whale?" I asked.

"Well, you see, the top layer of flesh on the whale is fat. So we start by making a cut all the way around the tail and the head. Then we strip the fat off in long strips," Jack explained.

Jack and the crew taught me how to tongue a whale. We stayed in the inlet for five days, tonguing our catch. I really liked my new life, but little did I know trouble was brewing on the high seas.

Deep in the jungles of South America was the small trading town of Nassau. Back in the day, Nassau was infamously known as a pirate settlement. But those days of piracy were long gone—or so everybody thought.

One day, a scraggy-looking Rottweiler walked up to the bar in Nassau.

"What do you want?" asked the bartender roughly.

"I need to speak with him," the Rottweiler said.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You know who, mutt," the Rottweiler said, revealing a skull and crossbones branded on his wrist.

The bartender's eyes widened, and he looked down at his own wrist, where the same mark had also been branded.

"Follow me, friend," the bartender said.

The bartender led the dog to a small back room in the pub. In the far corner of the room lay a big, black Doberman Pinscher.

"I've been expecting you. Is my ship ready?" asked the Doberman.

"Yes, sir, and your crew is hungry for blood," responded the Rottweiler.

"And what's the word on my old friend, Captain William Labrador?"

"He's dead, sir."

"Paw-fect. I'll just take back my ship from his petty little crew," the Doberman said.

"Uh, sir, there's just one problem," said the Rottweiler.

"What?" growled the Doberman.

"His son, Zuma Caspian Labrador, is now the captain of his ship," the Rottweiler said nervously.

"IMPOSSIBLE," the Doberman screamed, shattering an empty rum bottle against the wall. "I murdered all of those mongrels in their cribs. How could one of his sons still be alive?" he growled.

"I don't know, sir, but he did, and he is now the captain of the ship," the Rottweiler said.

"Oh well, I'll just have to kill him now. Ready the crew, Bones. We sail at dawn," the Doberman growled.

The Rottweiler named Bones nodded and left the room.

"I hope you're ready, Zuma, because I'm coming for you. The Golden Age of Piracy has just begun," the Doberman said with a bloodcurdling laugh.

That was when the adventure truly began—a true sailor's adventure.

Uh oh, who is this Doberman and why does he want to kill Zuma, find out next time on PAW Patrol: The Wellerman.