Stuff the Whales (Mini Story)

It was midday as a small fleet of thirteen ships traveled to a large rock formation in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. The boats were large fishing vessels, but the crews weren't here for any type of fishing or poaching mission.

Twelve of the ships activated their cranes and lifted nets filled with hundred pounds of live squids and octopi over their sides. These cephalopods were born and raised in massive fish farms. It would be impractical and draw too much attention to try and fish for the large amounts of seafood needed for their weekly trips here. 

The captain of the thirteenth ship that led the rest activated his vessel's underwater speakers at the bottom of the hull, letting out a unique, low frequency noise that could be heard across the seafloor. Rumbling could be felt as something began to stir within the stone structure.

From a hidden cove within the mountain's submerged base emerged the giant creature they had come to meet. Her gargantuan body caused the boats to shake with her undersea movements. She swum up next to one of the boats, her face so close to the water's surface that the crew could see every detail of her beautiful, plump, chalk white visage and watch luscious blonde hair bounce and sway in the current. She opened her mouth directly underneath the net and the crew released its cargo into her waiting maw. She moved from ship to ship, eating the near ton of seafood the boats had brought her before returning to her cove.

A few minutes later, the entity returned and emerged from the water, her causing rippling waves that would've have resulted in an unprepared ship capsizing. She was Cepha the giant mermaid, half sperm whale, half woman. She was over 40 feet tall and weighed over 22 tons of pure blubber. Her ideal weight should have been 15 tons but the massive meals brought to her every week and her lack exercise due to her never hunting had caused her to grow much bigger, slower and softer than she would naturally be. Her huge, ivory belly was bigger than any of their vessels, bobbing and jiggling in the water. Her bra was made of giant clam shells attached to chains and ropes from sunken ships, but the makeshift always looked like they were about to break against her humongous, milky mammaries. Her bloated face let out deep, echoing breaths, clearly tired from swimming while eating. Her flabby, tree sized right arm lifted up a relatively small bag filled with a stone-like objects.

"Here you go. " Cepha said, snorting seawater from her nostrils. "Picked clean by the worms and crabs."

She dumped over 200 pounds of ambergris on the deck of the main ship. The captain looked at it with approval.

"Alright lads, time to head back!" He shouted into a walkie talkie before looking back at Cepha. "A pleasure as always ma'am. We'll be back next week around the same time. Expect lots of shrimp and lobster on the menu!"

And so the crew went off. Their dealings with Cepha had made them the world's number one dealer of ambergris, with them avoiding violating any type of whale hunting or exploitation law.

Cepha sighed as they sailed away and she returned to her underwater grotto, where a pocket of air allowed her to rest and breath without needing to return to the surface. She had grown up listening to stories of mermaids and land dwellers having star-crossed romances or going on treasure filled adventures, but all anyone cared about her was obtaining her body's equivalent of corn. She had also noticed that the her "caterers" were slowly increasing the portions of food they brought her each week, likely hoping to increase the amount of "corn" her body produced. Still, she couldn't complain. It was an easier life than going to the depths and fighting giant squids for her meals.