Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

In the vast ice cavern, about five meters wide, the inky seawater heaved up and down, reflecting dappled starlight.

A marine behemoth, over fifteen meters long, swam in the water, gently propping up another "little creature" half its size against its belly, slowly nudging it towards the surface.

The seawater gently swelled, forming a large bulge, and then suddenly receded, revealing the smooth back of the whale.

Perhaps due to its short life so far, the little gray whale's body didn't have many barnacles or scars, appearing rather neat.

"Puff!"

The blowhole opened and closed, accompanied by a huge sound like that of a small train's steam whistle, as a short, thick column of frost burst forth, showering onto the icy expanse above.

When the whale surfaced to breathe, it first expelled a large amount of waste air from its lungs, and the pressure of the expelled gas was great enough to shoot the seawater near its nostrils out of the water, a phenomenon usually called "spouting" or "blowing." But now, it might be more apt to call it "spouting ice."

Because the air above the sea is cooler than the gas in the whale's lungs, the moist air exhaled from the whale's lungs condenses into many small droplets upon meeting the cold air, forming a misty column of water. In the low temperatures of the Arctic, these water columns turn directly into icicles, becoming like shaved ice before they even hit the ground.

The water columns spouted by various whales vary in height and shape, with the blue whale's reaching as high as 9-10 meters.

Centuries ago, primitive whalers discovered the whereabouts of whales by the columns of water on the sea surface, and could even identify the species of whale by the height and shape of the column.

However, Bi Fang's attention was not on this at the moment, as the tangled object on the little gray whale's tail caused him some surprise and doubt.

Seaweed?

Or something else?

A whale call sounded, and the little gray whale dived back into the ocean, followed by another gray whale surfacing, cycling over and over, until ten minutes later, the little gray whale surfaced again. This time, Bi Fang's eyes widened as he finally saw it clearly.

The reflection from the ice fields above was strong, making many things very clear to see, but it still didn't compare to the good visibility during the daytime. When the colors were similar and there were no distinct shapes, many things could easily be overlooked. Bi Fang hadn't noticed it at first, but now, focusing his attention, he discovered that the tail of the little gray whale was actually entangled in a fishing net!

With the drone's focus, the audience could also see it all clearly.

[Fishing net!]

[What fishing net?]

[Didn't you see just now? The little whale's tail, it's tangled in a fishing net.]

[When did it get tangled? Does someone fish in the Arctic? Can't they help?]

[Didn't you hear what Master Fang said earlier? The gray whale might be migrating, who knows when it got tangled. Plus, it might have encountered an ocean-going fishing vessel for all we know.]

The audience each held their own opinions, sharing their viewpoints, and some also offered suggestions for the rescue, but none were really feasible.

Expecting suggestions from the online friends was like waiting for a pig to climb a tree.

One thing was certain, with the appearance of these three gray whales, more and more people were joining the live stream, curious to see what was going on.

Gray whales being trapped in an ice cavern was too rare an occurrence to miss.

Wolf Fang's live stream quickly pushed the scene to the top of the page, featured as the homepage's top story, further attracting viewers.

Who could resist a giant whale?

To a certain extent, cetaceans seem to have a "mysterious affinity" for humans, from small dolphins to great blue whales, and even killer whales, known as murderers of the sea, which in fact rarely harm people.

Despite being hurt time and again, they consistently bear it without complaint.

Humans' feelings towards these behemoths are quite similar. Almost every young boy has fantasized about making eye contact with a blue whale at an aquarium, longing to watch its graceful, undulating body, only to realize when they grow up that no aquarium in the world could accommodate such a gigantic creature, and thus their dreams are stranded.

"Captain!"

On board a cruise ship, a sailor standing on the deck, holding his phone, waved to the captain who had just come down from the captain's quarters: "Have you seen the live stream?"

"Live stream?" The captain was momentarily puzzled, then remembered who the sailor was talking about, rubbing his head with a bit of a headache, "Uh, what happened? I had a few drinks last night and just woke up."

The captain was a loyal viewer of Bi Fang's, and since it was his ship that Bi Fang was using to single-handedly survive in Greenland—a godforsaken place for a hundred days, especially in the coldest northern parts—he remembered it vividly and had been squeezing in time to watch the live streams these past few days.

But as the captain just mentioned, he had a bit to drink the night before and was clueless about what had happened, thinking there might have been an accident.

"It's Mr. Fang..." The sailor quickly stepped forward, showed his phone to the captain, and briefly recounted the events, then suggested, "I think we can help Mr. Fang out."

Even a cruise ship in the Arctic Ocean has certain ice-breaking capabilities, not to mention this one, previously an ocean-going vessel converted for enhanced ability.

Captain Harvey found the idea quite tempting. The number of gray whales was limited, totaling only a few hundred, and having sailed back and forth across the Arctic Ocean for over a decade, how many times had he seen them?

"But the tourists..." Harvey was conflicted. He was eager to go, but he was no longer the captain of a fishing boat, but of a cruise ship, with many tourists onboard following a set itinerary. The decision to go or not to go wasn't solely his to make.

If such a thing had happened ten days ago, Harvey felt it definitely wouldn't have been a problem, as the tourists on the ship at that time were the same group that came with Bi Fang.

Bi Fang, the guy with amazing charisma, not only told great stories with strong verbal skills and good looks but also got along with everyone onboard, young and old. Spending a couple of days out of the way to help out would have been agreed to without question. But now, twenty days had passed, and it was no longer the same group of tourists.

"I think it's fine, don't you find it exciting? We're talking about saving whales here!" The second mate, who had been listening, was a bit exaggerated in his gestures and enthusiasm, "Captain Harvey, you can pitch it as a new activity. I believe the vast majority would agree. And even if it's not the majority, any small portion of people who agree will back us up!"

Harvey was momentarily confused: "Why?"

The second mate, pounding his chest confidently, explained, "Because as long as some people agree, no matter how few, the rest will support it, so as not to lose face."

Harvey paused for a moment, then suddenly understood.

Come on, who gets on a boat like this one?

Even if a converted fishing vessel is cheaper, it's not something just anyone can afford—it's mostly middle-class and upward, primarily from Europe and America. An eco-friendly, animal conservation mission to save the whales is like the epitome of correctness, bound to garner support!

Even if some are not genuinely interested, in the context of a publicized live stream, they absolutely won't stand in opposition!

"Tell me, if we tell the tourists this is part of a new activity, could we ask them to pay extra?"

The second mate was taken aback, then his smile widened, and he gave a thumbs up: "Great idea!"