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The Infographics Show, Stranded At Sea and Forced to Eat Each Other (True Story)

Stranded At Sea and Forced to Eat Each Other (True Story)

It's August 1819, you're sixteen years old and you've just been hired as a deckhand

on your first sea voyage.

You're preparing for the adventure of your life, but little do you know that you and

your crew will soon be stranded at sea, forced to eat each other to survive!

The 87 foot long, 240 ton whaling ship Essex is leaving today for a two year, ten-thousand

mile journey to hunt sperm whales.

You grew up on the island of Nantucket, the hub of the thriving whale oil trade, so you've

always known you would go into the whaling business like everyone else in your life.

As the ship pulls away from port you stand on the deck to wave goodbye to your family.

You can't believe that it will be two years until you see them again, but at least you'll

be a sea-tested sailor when you return.

Only two days after setting sail, you get your first taste of the sea's wrath when

a fierce storm comes out of nowhere and nearly sinks the ship.

After making some repairs you continue on your journey down the eastern coast of South

America, and five weeks later the Essex arrives in Cape Horn off the Southern tip of South

America.

To you, it feels like you've sailed to the bottom of the world.

Unfortunately, the delay from the storm means you arrived late, and you find that the usually

fertile hunting waters have been fished out.

The Captain decides to head towards the Galapagos islands in the South Pacific in search of

whales.

After a long trip up the other side of South America, the crew anchors at Charles Island

in the Galapagos to restock, where bad luck continues to plague your excursion.

A reckless crewmemeber's prank burns the entire island to the ground.

You run through the flames and barely escape with your life.

Thankfully, no one in the crew is hurt, but the same can't be said for the island's

wildlife - you're now responsible for the extinction of the Floreana Tortoise and the

near extinction of the Floreana Mockingbird.

Finally, after more than a year at sea, your crew encounters a group of sperm whales.

It looks like luck is finally in your favor...or so you think.

The experienced crew jumps into action, immediately launching three of the ship's twenty-foot

whaling boats crewed by six men each.

Soon enough, two of the three whaling boats have successfully harpooned whales - no easy

feat, since this involves rowing incredibly close to the whale so one man can harpoon

it, then holding on for dear life while you try stabbing it to death with a lance.

The third boat was not so lucky - it got too close to a whale and was damaged by the powerful

beast.

As the two successful boats are carried away by the panicking whales in what's called

a “nantucket sleigh ride”, the third crew returns to the ship, where you, as a lowly

deckhand, had to stay during the hunt.

As the first mate is angrily repairing his boat, you look out and spot the biggest sperm

whale you've ever laid eyes on.

It's a true monster, probably eighty-five feet long and weighing eighty tons.

The whale is acting strange, though - it's floating still in the sea, spraying water

from its spout, and seems to be...watching you.

You shout out as it starts to swim directly towards the boat, travelling at a speed of

around 3 knots.

The first mate grabs a lance and takes careful aim, but hesitates, worried about angering

the beast and it damaging the ship.

You pray that it will dive, but your prayers go unanswered - the giant whale smashes head-first

into the side of the ship so hard you're knocked you off your feet.

As water pours in through a hole in the port side and the crew scrambles to get pumps going,

you can see that the whale is still there - and it looks enraged, rolling in the water

and snapping its jaws.

Again, it turns and barrels towards the ship - travelling at six knots now as its twelve-foot

wide tale pumps furiously, leaving a forty-foot wake.

The crew frantically tries to maneuver the ship out of the whale's path, but it's

too late - the whale once again smashes into the ship head first, this time hitting the

ship just below the anchor.

The ship gets lodged on the beast's head as the whale pushes the ship sideways through

the water and water pours over the transom.

Finally, the whale disentangles itself from the wreckage and dives, disappearing for good,

but the ship is destroyed.

The crew scrambles to lower the last spare whaling boat and fill it with as much food,

fresh water and navigational equipment as possible.

When the whaling boats notice that the Essex has disappeared, they immediately cut loose

their valuable whales and head back to where they last saw the ship.

The first whaling boat to arrive is the one led by the Captain.

As he arrives on the scene to find his majestic ship floundering, the captain turns to the

first mate and asks: “My God, Mr. Chase, what is the matter!?”

Mr. Chase, the first mate, can only reply: “We've been stoved by a whale.”

You spend that night in the whaling boats tied to the wreckage, but by morning you all

know you need a plan.

You're in the middle of the Pacific Ocean about as far from land as you can possibly

be.

You are twenty men and you have only three small whaling boats, and you only managed

to save sixty days worth of provisions from the wreck.

The crew quickly vetoes the Captain's plan to head to the Society Islands a few hundred

miles away or the Marquesas islands fifteen hundred miles away because they had heard

rumours of cannibals living on these islands - the irony of this wouldn't be apparent

until much later.

Instead it's decided that you'll head south towards the South American mainland.

You figure it will take about sixty days to reach Chile or Peru, and at least you might

be spotted by other whaling ships on the way.

Each boat is loaded with two-hundred pounds of hardtack - a type of dried bread - sixty-five

gallons of water, and one gun.

Now that you have a plan and are headed towards land, you and the crew are in much higher

spirits, believing the worst is behind you.

But you have no idea what's in store for you...

Within a few short days, those high spirits are broken.

The human body needs half a pint of water per day just to eliminate waste, and you have

less than half that amount.

As you chew your hard bread and bemoan your parched throats, it dawns on you - all of

the food you managed to save had been soaked in sea water, and as the water evaporated

it left behind salt, accelerating your dehydration.

To add insult to injury, your boat is attacked yet again, this time by an aggressive killer

whale.

Thankfully you escape unscathed, but morale is low, and getting lower by the minute.

After seventeen days at sea, a storm hits - gale force winds gust at forty-five knots,

lightning flashes all around you, and immense forty-foot high waves toss the boats like

toys.

But by your twenty-third day at sea, you begin to pray for a storm when you find yourselves

stuck in a dead calm with no wind for days.

The Captain tries to rally a last-ditch effort and convinces you to row to freedom, but the

effort is quickly abandoned as men start to collapse within minutes.

You have travelled eleven hundred miles, but you're still five thousand miles from land.

You are delirious with thirst, burned raw from the sun, and are rapidly running out

of food.

You're in an area of the Pacific with no marine life near the surface, so you can't

even hope to catch fish.

You reach Henderson Island two weeks later, but it's barren.

Still, three men refuse to get back in the boats, and you leave them behind on the island

when you resume your mission, assuming that they're dead men.

Ironically, they would be rescued three months later, and they would end up being the lucky

ones…

A week later, the first man dies.

He was ill before the shipwreck, so it was not unexpected, but it's still a blow to

morale.

The men tie a rock to his feet and slip the body overboard in a traditional sea burial.

Two nights later, the boat led by First Mate Chase gets separated from the group.

As the two remaining boats divide up what's left of the provisions, you realize that there

is less than a pound of hardtack left to share between ten men.

A few days later, when the second man dies, you all hesitate about giving him a burial

at sea.

No one wants to say what you're all thinking - without food, you will all surely die, and

the obvious solution is right in front of you.

You can hardly believe your eyes as you watch one of the most hardened crew members butcher

the body of your fellow sailor.

First he separates the limbs from the body, then all the flesh is cut from the bones,

the heart is removed and the body is sewn back up and committed to the sea as decently

as possible under the circumstances.

Finally the meat and organs are roasted on a flat stone at the bottom of the boat, and

you have their first taste of fresh meat in months.

The average human body has about sixty pounds of edible meat, but your starving friend provided

less than thirty pounds of very lean meat.

Even still, once you've tasted fresh meat again you can't seem to stop thinking about

it.

Satisfying your hunger seems to have reawoken it with a vengeance.

After nine weeks adrift in the sea the men in your boat realize that you would all die

without food, and someone suggests you all draw lots to determine who will be eaten next.

You know this is an old custom at sea, but you had hoped to never live to see it.

The lot falls to young Owen Coffin, and you began to sweat.

Owen is the Captain's nephew - surely he won't let him be eaten, and who better to

take his place than you, the youngest and newest member of the crew.

To your great relief, young Owen takes his fate heroically.

One of his friends kills and butchers him, and you and the others feast again.

Over the coming weeks, three more men would die and be eaten.

After a miserable eighty-nine days at sea, the three men left clinging to life in First

Mate Chase's boat spot a sail on the horizon.

They muster the last of their energy and chase down an English ship, the Indian and are finally,

miraculously rescued.

The third boat will be found years later with three skeletons inside, among many other scattered

bones that show signs of having been gnawed on.

But your ordeal is not yet over.

You and the Captain are the last two men left alive, and still fifteen-hundred miles from

Chile, when a ship pulls up alongside your boat.

You're so delirious that you don't understand that these people are trying to help you - you

are like a starved, feral dog, hoarding and protecting the last of the bones of your departed

crewmates and trying to suck the marrow from them.

As the ship makes its way to shore, you take the time to rest and recover - although you

hear that the Captain recovered rather quickly, and has been dining in style with the captain

of this ship and regaling him with stories of your “adventure” (narrator: sarcasm).

You're reunited with the other three survivors in Valparaiso, and by the end of the summer,

nearly two years since you left, you're all safely back in Nantucket.

You know that cannibalism at sea is customary when men are faced certain death, but it's

still a relief to be welcomed back by your community without judgement.

You do hear, though, that the Captain wasn't so lucky - his sister can't forgive him

for eating his nephew, her son.

Despite this harrowing ordeal, within a few years you and every one of the other four

survivors will return to the sea.

And in eighteen fifty-one, a man named Herman Melville will publish a novel inspired by

the story of the men on the Essex who were stranded at sea, forced to eat each other.

It wasn't very popular at the time, but Moby Dick has gone down in literary history.

Now go watch the harrowing tale titled “I Was Lost At Sea for 76 Days With Sharks Circling”,

or maybe you'll like this other video.

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Stranded At Sea and Forced to Eat Each Other (True Story) Marooned|||||||||| ||||forzados|||cada uno||| Auf dem Meer gestrandet und gezwungen, sich gegenseitig zu fressen (Wahre Geschichte) Παγιδευμένοι στη θάλασσα και αναγκασμένοι να τρώνε ο ένας τον άλλον (Αληθινή ιστορία) Varados en el mar y obligados a comerse unos a otros (historia real) Échoués en mer et forcés de se manger les uns les autres (Histoire vraie) Bloccati in mare e costretti a mangiarsi a vicenda (storia vera) 海に取り残され、お互いを食べることを余儀なくされた(実話) 바다에 좌초되어 서로를 잡아먹게 된 사람들 (실화) Uwięzieni na morzu i zmuszeni do zjedzenia siebie nawzajem (prawdziwa historia) Encalhados no mar e obrigados a comerem-se uns aos outros (História verídica) Застрявшие в море и вынужденные есть друг друга (правдивая история) Denizde Mahsur Kaldılar ve Birbirlerini Yemeye Zorlandılar (Gerçek Hikaye) 被困海上被迫相食(真实故事) 擱淺在海上,被迫互相吃掉(真實故事)

It's August 1819, you're sixteen years old and you've just been hired as a deckhand |||||||||||||ship crew member

on your first sea voyage. ||||journey

You're preparing for the adventure of your life, but little do you know that you and

your crew will soon be stranded at sea, forced to eat each other to survive! |group||||left behind|||||||||stay alive

The 87 foot long, 240 ton whaling ship Essex is leaving today for a two year, ten-thousand ||||whaling|||||||||||

mile journey to hunt sperm whales. ||||sperm|

You grew up on the island of Nantucket, the hub of the thriving whale oil trade, so you've |||||||Nantucket||||||whale||||

always known you would go into the whaling business like everyone else in your life.

As the ship pulls away from port you stand on the deck to wave goodbye to your family. |||pulls||||||||||||||

You can't believe that it will be two years until you see them again, but at least you'll

be a sea-tested sailor when you return.

Only two days after setting sail, you get your first taste of the sea's wrath when |||||||||||||sea|wrath|

a fierce storm comes out of nowhere and nearly sinks the ship. |fierce||||||||||

After making some repairs you continue on your journey down the eastern coast of South

America, and five weeks later the Essex arrives in Cape Horn off the Southern tip of South |||||||||Cape|||||||

America.

To you, it feels like you've sailed to the bottom of the world.

Unfortunately, the delay from the storm means you arrived late, and you find that the usually

fertile hunting waters have been fished out. плодородные охотничьи воды были выловлены.

The Captain decides to head towards the Galapagos islands in the South Pacific in search of |||||||Galapagos||||||||

whales.

After a long trip up the other side of South America, the crew anchors at Charles Island |||||||||||||anchors|||

in the Galapagos to restock, where bad luck continues to plague your excursion. ||||restock||||||||excursion

A reckless crewmemeber's prank burns the entire island to the ground. ||crewmember's|foolish trick|||||||

You run through the flames and barely escape with your life.

Thankfully, no one in the crew is hurt, but the same can't be said for the island's

wildlife - you're now responsible for the extinction of the Floreana Tortoise and the |||||||||Floreana|Tortoise||

near extinction of the Floreana Mockingbird.

Finally, after more than a year at sea, your crew encounters a group of sperm whales. Наконец, после более чем годового пребывания в море экипаж встречает группу кашалотов.

It looks like luck is finally in your favor...or so you think.

The experienced crew jumps into action, immediately launching three of the ship's twenty-foot

whaling boats crewed by six men each.

Soon enough, two of the three whaling boats have successfully harpooned whales - no easy ||||||||||harpooned|||

feat, since this involves rowing incredibly close to the whale so one man can harpoon ||||rowing|||||||||| подвиг, так как при этом приходится грести невероятно близко к киту, чтобы один человек мог гарпунить

it, then holding on for dear life while you try stabbing it to death with a lance. ||||||||||||||||spear-like weapon

The third boat was not so lucky - it got too close to a whale and was damaged by the powerful

beast.

As the two successful boats are carried away by the panicking whales in what's called

a “nantucket sleigh ride”, the third crew returns to the ship, where you, as a lowly ||sleigh|||||||||||||

deckhand, had to stay during the hunt.

As the first mate is angrily repairing his boat, you look out and spot the biggest sperm |||mate|||||||||||||

whale you've ever laid eyes on. кит, на которого вы когда-либо смотрели.

It's a true monster, probably eighty-five feet long and weighing eighty tons.

The whale is acting strange, though - it's floating still in the sea, spraying water

from its spout, and seems to be...watching you.

You shout out as it starts to swim directly towards the boat, travelling at a speed of

around 3 knots. |knots

The first mate grabs a lance and takes careful aim, but hesitates, worried about angering ||mate|||||||||hesitates|||angering

the beast and it damaging the ship.

You pray that it will dive, but your prayers go unanswered - the giant whale smashes head-first ||||||||||||||smashes||

into the side of the ship so hard you're knocked you off your feet.

As water pours in through a hole in the port side and the crew scrambles to get pumps going, ||||||||||||||scrambles||||

you can see that the whale is still there - and it looks enraged, rolling in the water

and snapping its jaws. |snapping||jaws

Again, it turns and barrels towards the ship - travelling at six knots now as its twelve-foot ||||barrels|||||||||||| Он снова поворачивает и устремляется к кораблю - теперь он движется со скоростью шесть узлов, а его двенадцатифутовый

wide tale pumps furiously, leaving a forty-foot wake. |||furiously||||| Широкая сказка яростно качается, оставляя за собой сорокафутовый след.

The crew frantically tries to maneuver the ship out of the whale's path, but it's |||||maneuver||||||whale|||

too late - the whale once again smashes into the ship head first, this time hitting the

ship just below the anchor.

The ship gets lodged on the beast's head as the whale pushes the ship sideways through |||lodged|||beast's||||||||sideways|

the water and water pours over the transom. |||||||transom

Finally, the whale disentangles itself from the wreckage and dives, disappearing for good, |||disentangles|||||||||

but the ship is destroyed.

The crew scrambles to lower the last spare whaling boat and fill it with as much food, Команда пытается спустить на воду последнюю запасную китобойную лодку и заполнить ее как можно большим количеством продовольствия,

fresh water and navigational equipment as possible. |||navigational|||

When the whaling boats notice that the Essex has disappeared, they immediately cut loose ||whaling|||||||||||

their valuable whales and head back to where they last saw the ship.

The first whaling boat to arrive is the one led by the Captain.

As he arrives on the scene to find his majestic ship floundering, the captain turns to the |||||||||||in trouble|||||

first mate and asks: “My God, Mr. Chase, what is the matter!?”

Mr. Chase, the first mate, can only reply: “We've been stoved by a whale.” ||||||||||stoved||| Мистер Чейз, первый помощник, может только ответить: "Нас задрал кит".

You spend that night in the whaling boats tied to the wreckage, but by morning you all

know you need a plan.

You're in the middle of the Pacific Ocean about as far from land as you can possibly

be.

You are twenty men and you have only three small whaling boats, and you only managed

to save sixty days worth of provisions from the wreck. ||||||supplies or food|||

The crew quickly vetoes the Captain's plan to head to the Society Islands a few hundred |||veto||Captain||||||||||

miles away or the Marquesas islands fifteen hundred miles away because they had heard ||||Marquesas|||||||||

rumours of cannibals living on these islands - the irony of this wouldn't be apparent ||cannibals||||||||||| Слухи о том, что на этих островах живут каннибалы, - ирония судьбы не была бы очевидной.

until much later. до гораздо более позднего времени.

Instead it's decided that you'll head south towards the South American mainland.

You figure it will take about sixty days to reach Chile or Peru, and at least you might ||||||||||Chile or Peru||Peru or Chile|||||

be spotted by other whaling ships on the way.

Each boat is loaded with two-hundred pounds of hardtack - a type of dried bread - sixty-five |||||||||hardtack|||||||

gallons of water, and one gun.

Now that you have a plan and are headed towards land, you and the crew are in much higher

spirits, believing the worst is behind you.

But you have no idea what's in store for you...

Within a few short days, those high spirits are broken.

The human body needs half a pint of water per day just to eliminate waste, and you have

less than half that amount.

As you chew your hard bread and bemoan your parched throats, it dawns on you - all of |||||||lament||thirsty|throats||dawns||||

the food you managed to save had been soaked in sea water, and as the water evaporated ||||||||||||||||evaporated

it left behind salt, accelerating your dehydration.

To add insult to injury, your boat is attacked yet again, this time by an aggressive killer В довершение ко всему на вашу лодку снова нападает агрессивный убийца.

whale.

Thankfully you escape unscathed, but morale is low, and getting lower by the minute. |||without any harm||team spirit||||||||

After seventeen days at sea, a storm hits - gale force winds gust at forty-five knots, ||||||||strong wind|||gust||||

lightning flashes all around you, and immense forty-foot high waves toss the boats like |flashes|||||||||||||

toys.

But by your twenty-third day at sea, you begin to pray for a storm when you find yourselves

stuck in a dead calm with no wind for days.

The Captain tries to rally a last-ditch effort and convinces you to row to freedom, but the ||||gather support for||||||convinces||||||| Капитан пытается собрать последние силы и убеждает вас грести к свободе, но

effort is quickly abandoned as men start to collapse within minutes.

You have travelled eleven hundred miles, but you're still five thousand miles from land.

You are delirious with thirst, burned raw from the sun, and are rapidly running out ||||||severely irritated|||||||| Вы изнемогаете от жажды, обгорели на солнце и быстро иссякаете.

of food.

You're in an area of the Pacific with no marine life near the surface, so you can't

even hope to catch fish.

You reach Henderson Island two weeks later, but it's barren.

Still, three men refuse to get back in the boats, and you leave them behind on the island

when you resume your mission, assuming that they're dead men.

Ironically, they would be rescued three months later, and they would end up being the lucky

ones…

A week later, the first man dies.

He was ill before the shipwreck, so it was not unexpected, but it's still a blow to |||||shipwreck|||||||||||

morale.

The men tie a rock to his feet and slip the body overboard in a traditional sea burial.

Two nights later, the boat led by First Mate Chase gets separated from the group.

As the two remaining boats divide up what's left of the provisions, you realize that there Когда две оставшиеся лодки делят между собой то, что осталось от провизии, вы понимаете, что

is less than a pound of hardtack left to share between ten men.

A few days later, when the second man dies, you all hesitate about giving him a burial

at sea.

No one wants to say what you're all thinking - without food, you will all surely die, and

the obvious solution is right in front of you.

You can hardly believe your eyes as you watch one of the most hardened crew members butcher

the body of your fellow sailor.

First he separates the limbs from the body, then all the flesh is cut from the bones, ||separates||limbs||||||||||||

the heart is removed and the body is sewn back up and committed to the sea as decently ||||||||sewn|||||||||

as possible under the circumstances.

Finally the meat and organs are roasted on a flat stone at the bottom of the boat, and

you have their first taste of fresh meat in months.

The average human body has about sixty pounds of edible meat, but your starving friend provided |||||||||edible||||||

less than thirty pounds of very lean meat.

Even still, once you've tasted fresh meat again you can't seem to stop thinking about

it.

Satisfying your hunger seems to have reawoken it with a vengeance. ||||||reawoken||||with great intensity Удовлетворение голода, похоже, пробудило его с новой силой.

After nine weeks adrift in the sea the men in your boat realize that you would all die |||adrift||||||||||||||

without food, and someone suggests you all draw lots to determine who will be eaten next.

You know this is an old custom at sea, but you had hoped to never live to see it.

The lot falls to young Owen Coffin, and you began to sweat. |||||Owen|Coffin|||||

Owen is the Captain's nephew - surely he won't let him be eaten, and who better to

take his place than you, the youngest and newest member of the crew.

To your great relief, young Owen takes his fate heroically.

One of his friends kills and butchers him, and you and the others feast again. ||||||butchers||||||||

Over the coming weeks, three more men would die and be eaten.

After a miserable eighty-nine days at sea, the three men left clinging to life in First ||||||||||||clinging||||

Mate Chase's boat spot a sail on the horizon. |Chase|||||||

They muster the last of their energy and chase down an English ship, the Indian and are finally, |muster|||||||||||||||| Собрав последние силы, они догоняют английский корабль, индийский, и наконец попадают в плен,

miraculously rescued.

The third boat will be found years later with three skeletons inside, among many other scattered

bones that show signs of having been gnawed on. |||||||gnawed|

But your ordeal is not yet over.

You and the Captain are the last two men left alive, and still fifteen-hundred miles from

Chile, when a ship pulls up alongside your boat.

You're so delirious that you don't understand that these people are trying to help you - you

are like a starved, feral dog, hoarding and protecting the last of the bones of your departed ||||wild and untamed||hoarding||||||||||

crewmates and trying to suck the marrow from them. crewmates||||||||

As the ship makes its way to shore, you take the time to rest and recover - although you

hear that the Captain recovered rather quickly, and has been dining in style with the captain

of this ship and regaling him with stories of your “adventure” (narrator: sarcasm). ||||entertaining||||||||sarcasm

You're reunited with the other three survivors in Valparaiso, and by the end of the summer, ||||||||Valparaiso|||||||

nearly two years since you left, you're all safely back in Nantucket.

You know that cannibalism at sea is customary when men are faced certain death, but it's |||cannibalism||||normal||||||||

still a relief to be welcomed back by your community without judgement.

You do hear, though, that the Captain wasn't so lucky - his sister can't forgive him

for eating his nephew, her son.

Despite this harrowing ordeal, within a few years you and every one of the other four

survivors will return to the sea.

And in eighteen fifty-one, a man named Herman Melville will publish a novel inspired by |||||||||Melville||||||

the story of the men on the Essex who were stranded at sea, forced to eat each other.

It wasn't very popular at the time, but Moby Dick has gone down in literary history. ||||||||Moby||||||| В то время она не пользовалась большой популярностью, но "Моби Дик" вошел в историю литературы.

Now go watch the harrowing tale titled “I Was Lost At Sea for 76 Days With Sharks Circling”, ||||||||||||||||Circling

or maybe you'll like this other video.