Of course, Chuck Norris could have ended it at any moment. He could have scattered the pod with a glance, split the water with a roundhouse kick, and walked back to shore before the first ripple faded.
But there was a baby whale among them. And legends donโt orphan the innocent.
Chuck Norris was whale watching when he died this week. But really, the whales were watching him.
Drawn by something they couldnโt understand, they circled him; not with aggression, but with awe. The ocean itself seemed to pause. Even the tide kept its distance.