Our world is full of the unexplainable.

And if history is an open book, all of these amazing tales are right there on display,

just waiting for us to explore.

Welcome to the Cabinet of Curiosity's.

To the Last I Grapple with thee, from Hell's Heart I Stab at thee, for Hates' sake I

spit my last breath at thee.

These are the last words spoken by Ahab, Herman Melville's obsessed wailing captain, who

spent years hunting the white whale that took his leg.

Moby Dick is a cautionary tale about the price of fanaticism, how it can cloud our judgment.

But even though the book was already 30 years old by the time some Scottish whalers found

their own Moby Dick, they didn't seem to let it stop them from pursuing the animal

for fame and fortune.

Whalers from Dundee, a major whaling port on the eastern coast of Scotland, often hunted

in the Arctic.

However, the winter months had brought in cold that prevented them from sailing to their

usual waters up north, so instead they decided to hunt closer to home.

Their local newspaper had been reporting for weeks on a whale sighted in the area,

first in the river, then in a narrow inlet known as the Firth of Te.

Not long into their first trip, they spotted the humpback whale, just the kind of animal

that would net them a small fortune once harvested for its blubber and bones.

They hurled harpoons at it, hoping to injure it enough so they could tow it to shore, but

the whale had other plans.

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