Storytelling Week 10: Little Seal-Girl

There was once a man who lived by the sea. He made his living off of whaling and was always able to provide for himself and his wife. They had a modest home and a modest life and were content to live simply and be happy.

Two months into the spring, the wife gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. The father was beyond proud and doted on her and did his best to make sure she did not go without food, clothes, or toys.

Time passed and she grew into a robust child, full of energy and adventure. Oftentimes she would play outside her house by the shore while her father was away hunting whale. It wasn’t long before she began swimming and diving to collect shells and other trinkets to give to her mother to sew into clothes or to make necklaces with. Her father noticed and returned home one day with a young seal. He skinned it to where the pelt came off entirely and after taking the excess blubber off he presented it to his daughter.

“The days are getting colder, but I know how much you love to swim. Wear this from now on when you’re swimming and keep warm.”

The girl was delighted and every day thereafter she donned the sealskin and continued collecting treasures from the sea.

Many years passed and her father would skin bigger and bigger seals each year so that she could continue to swim in the cold. She was swimming so much that by the time she was a young lady she could pass for a seal herself whenever she was out in the water. When a pack of seals came to roost near their home in the late summer, she would swim with them and play with their pups.

Harbor Seal soaking up the sun

Image: Wikipedia

Her father and mother noticed her fondness for her seal friends and allowed her relationship with them to continue, but worry was never far from their mind. Still the girl would bring home shells and trinkets she found, but one day she came home crying.

Her mother brought her into her lap and soothed her, talking softly while peeling off the seal pelt. “There, there… what’s the matter, little one? Could you not find any shells today?”

Between sobs the girl cried, “A huge whale… he came…. he ate one of my seal friends…”

Terrified, her mother tried her best to remain calm and soothe the girl. “Perhaps then it is better for you to forgo swimming with them for a little while. You look so much like a seal in that skin that the whale could also mistake you for one….”

The girl wept all through the night and went out early the next morning to watch the sun rise over the sea. She had a plan.

When her father was about to leave to go hunt, she asked him, “Papa, where are you going hunting today?”

The father scratched his beard thoughtfully. “Out to the Northwest by those icebergs. I saw a pod of whales there earlier in the week, so hunting should be relatively easy.”

After her father had set out, she assured her mother she was going to go collect late summer greens for supper. Instead, when she was outside of view from the house, she donned her seal skin and swam to her seal friends, which were to the southeast of where her father was going.

She waited a while, scanning the waters, and finally spotted the giant whale. Taking a deep breath, she dove into the water and taunted them, swimming lazily about and splashing. It wasn’t long before the whales noticed and began chasing her.

She swam faster than she had ever swam in her life, weaving through holes in icebergs underwater and resurfacing to take great gulps of air. The whale was gaining, but she only had to go a little further to reach her father.

When she spotted his kayak, she led the whales to the left of it and then scrambled up the iceberg. She felt a tug and looked down to see the monstrously sized whale pulling down on the tail of her seal skin. She looked to her father and cried out, “It’s me, your daughter! Help!”

Recognizing his daughter’s voice, the father wasted no time and harpooned the giant whale, driving the hook deep into it’s thick skin. The whale released her tail and slid from the iceberg back down into the cold sea water.

The father helped his daughter down from the iceberg and cradled her like he did when she was a child to help ease her shock. He then tied the rope connected the harpoon embedded in the whale to his kayak and paddled back home with both daughter and whale in tow.

Since then the seals were not bothered by any whales, be they lone whales or in a pod. They continued to play with the little girl until she grew up to become a fine woman. After that, nobody knows what happened to her. Some say the skin she wore so much became one with her and she joined her seal friends as one of their own.



Author’s Note: This is a very different version of the original tale of Attarsuaq. In the original version, Attarsuaq had a boy whom he taught how to swim from the time he was a baby and when he grew older, Attarsuaq gave him a seal pelt. With this, the boy learned how to dive and hold his breath for a long time underwater. In the original story, the boy didn't make friends with the seals. The original tale was also a tale of revenge, much more serious than the re-telling I did. Attarsuaq was killed by one of the many enemies he had made over the years and his son used his seal pelt to lure his father's enemies out to sea. There, he killed them one by one to exact revenge for his father.

In this story, I left out the killing of people and instead substituted the revenge on an animal - an animal that could also be used for food, so the death wouldn't purely be out of revenge. 

I also thought the original story was an origin story for the selkie, a mythological creature that can take the form of a seal but remove the pelt to become human again. Since that wasn't the case, I decided to make it happen in my own re-telling! Ah, the beauty of creative license.

Bibliography:
Title: Attarsuaq
Book: Eskimo Folk-Tales
Author: Knud Rasmussen
Year: 1921