Beware Uncharted Islands – The Beast Below and Enduring in the Old Ship Zion

[Cross-posted from Sixteen Small Stones]

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Last month, my daughter sent out an email query to the members of our family asking for each of us to respond as quickly as possible with the name our favorite magical creature of all time. I didn’t respond immediately and so her question slipped off my radar. She followed up with an email reminder, and then a verbal reminder. I didn’t understand why it was so important, but after a little thought, I told her that my favorite mythical creature was Fastitocalon.

Like most people, she had never heard of Fastitocalon.

Fastitocalon is the name of a gigantic mythological sea monster that floats at the surface of the ocean and deceives seafarers. The wicked beast waits for sea travelers, who easily mistake it’s huge carapace for an uncharted island, to secure their ships to its shell and disembark for a rest from their journey. Just when they are starting to feel safe and enjoying themselves, Fastitocalon dives into the sea, sinking the ships and drowning all the travelers.

For Christmas, my daughter gave each member of the family an original drawing of the creature they had told her was their favorite. And she gave me a wonderful drawing of Fastitocalon, a photo of which I have included at the top of this post.

I love my daughter’s conceptualization of Fastitocalon as a giant turtle. I like the line between what appears above the surface and what is below; the change in lighting and color. The welcoming island above and the beast below.

My first encounter with Fastitocalon was through J.R.R. Tolkien’s delightful poem of the same name in “The Adventures of Tom Bombadil“:

Look, there is Fastitocalon!
An island good to land upon,
Although 'tis rather bare.
Come, leave the sea! And let us run,
Or dance, or lie down in the sun!
See, gulls are sitting there!
Beware!
Gulls do not sink.
There they may sit, or strut and prink:
Their part it is to tip the wink,
If anyone should dare
Upon that isle to settle,
Or only for a while to get
Relief from sickness or the wet,
Or maybe boil a kettle.
Ah, foolish folk, who land on HIM,
And little fires proceed to trim
And hope perhaps for tea!
It may be that His shell is thick,
He seems to sleep; but He is quick,
And floats now in the sea
With guile;
And when He hears their tapping feet,
Or faintly feels the sudden heat,
With smile
HE dives,
And promptly turning upside-down
He tips them off, and deep they drown,
And lose their silly lives
To their surprise,
Be wise!
There are many monsters in the Sea,
But none so perilous as HE,
Old horny Fastitocalon,
Whose mighty kindred all have gone,
The last of the old Turtle-fish.
So if to save your life you wish
Then I advise:
Pay heed to sailors' ancient lore,
Set foot on no uncharted shore!
Or better still,
Your days at peace on Middle-earth
In mirth
Fulfill!

I love Tolkien’s warning to “Pay heed to sailors’ ancient lore, Set foot on no uncharted shore!” I also love his description of the deceptive gulls, who “strut and prink,” and “tip the wink.”

Of course, much of Tolkien’s work involved drawing upon and re-imagining existing mythological and linguistic ideas. But it wasn’t until I studied Old English myself in college that I became aware that this poem from Tolkien was adapted from a very famous Old English poem entitled The Whale, composed by an Anglo-Saxon author in the late 900s AD. In the poem, the sea monster was conceived of as a whale rather than a turtle.

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Here is the relevant excerpt in Old English with a Modern English translation from Rutgers University’s Anglo Saxon Poetry site:

THE WHALE
Old English Modern English
Nū ic fitte gēn    ymb fisca cynn
wille wōðcræfte    wordum cȳþan
þurh mōdgemynd,    bi þām miclan hwale.
Sē bið unwillum    oft gemēted,
frēcne and fer[_h_]ðgrim,    fareðlācendum,
niþþa gehwylcum;    þām is noma cenned,
fyr[ge]nstrēama geflotan,    Fastitocalon.
  Is þæs hīw gelīc    hrēofum stāne,
swylce wōrie    bi wædes ōfre,
sondbeorgum ymbseald,    sǣrȳrica mǣst,
swā þæt wēnaþ    wǣglīþende
þæt hȳ on ēalond sum    ēagum wlīten;
and þonne gehȳd[_i_]að    hēahstefn scipu
tō þām unlonde    oncyrrāpum,
s[_ǣ_]laþ sǣmearas    sundes æt ende,
and þonne in þæt ēglond    ūp gewītað
collenfer[_h_]þe;    cēolas stondað
bi staþe fæste    strēame biwunden.
Ðonne gewīciað    wērigfer[_h_]ðe,
faroðlācende,    frēcnes ne wēnað.
  On þām ēalonde    ǣled weccað,
hēah fyr ǣlað.    Hæleþ bēoþ on wynnum,
rēonigmōde,    ræste gel[y]ste.
Þonne gefēleð    fācnes cræftig
þæt him þā fērend on    fæste wuniaþ,
wīc weardiað,    wedres on luste,
ðonne semninga    on sealtne wǣg
mid þā nōþe    niþer gewīteþ,
gārsecges gæst,    grund gesēceð,
and þonne in dēaðsele    drence bifæsteð
scipu mid scealcum.
                Swā bið scinn[_en_]a þēaw,
dēofla wīse,    þæt hī droht[i]ende
þurh dyrne meaht    duguðe beswīcað,
and on teosu tyhtaþ    tilra dǣda,
wēmað on willan,    þæt hȳ wraþe sēcen,
frōfre tō fēondum,    oþþæt hy fæste ðǣr
æt þām wǣrlogan    wīc gecēosað.
Now I wish to wordfully reveal a song
about a certain kind of fish,
yet with the craft of verse,
through the heart’s thoughts
and concerning the great whale.
He is often encountered against his will,
perilous and fatally grim, by sailors,
every one human—to him a name
is conceived, that floater
in the ancient ocean: Fastitocalon.

His aspect is like a leprous stone,
like those that crumble over by the water,
surrounded by sandy hills, a most mighty reef,
so that the wave-sailors believe
that they are looking with their eyes upon some island
and then tether their high-prowed ship
to that non-land by their anchor-ropes,
settling their sea-steeds, swimming at an end,
and then the brave-hearted go up
onto that island, their keels standing
fixed by the shore, wound by the tide.
Then the weary-spirited sailors make camp,
not expecting any wickedness on that island,
waking a fire, kindling large flames—
the mourning heroes become joyful,
longing for rest.

When, crafty in crime, he perceives
those who have come upon him,
abiding fast, keeping their camp,
wishing for good weather—
then forthwith, he turns downward
into the salty waves, with them as plunder,
this ghast of the spear-waves, seeking the bottom,
and then affixing that ship with its crew,
drowned in that deadly hall.

Such is the custom of that phantom,
the way of the devil, that they practicing
through secret skill betray the multitudes,
inciting them into wrong, those excellent of deeds,
profaning themselves according to their pleasures,
so that they should seek the support,
the comfort of fiends, until they choose
confidently those haunts there,
by the will of the pledge-breakers.

The author of The Whale himself adapted the concept from Physiologus, which was one of the most widely-read and translated medieval bestiaries. It was written in Greek some time in the 2nd century AD. The Old English name Fastitocalon was adapted from the Greek name Aspidochelone (“asp-turtle” or “shield-turtle“).

As was common with medieval bestiaries, the animals described (both strange and common) included an attached moral or allegorical meaning. Often the accuracy of the descriptions of the beasts themselves was readily sacrificed in favor of the efficacy of the allegory. Some of these allegorical attributes associated with certain animals have survived subliminally into our modern literature. The Physiologus text makes Aspidochelone a name for the Devil, and in his poetic expansion, the author of The Whale extends the allegory in great detail, explaining how Fastitocalon represents the Devil and his wiles.

Centuries later, in Paradise Lost, John Milton adapted the Fastitocalon story to the Old Testament image of the Leviathan, which he explicitly used in comparison to Satan:

                         or that sea-beast
Leviathan, which God of all his works
Created hugest that swim th' ocean-stream.
Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam,
The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff,
Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell,
With fixed anchor in his scaly rind,
Moors by his side under the lee, while night
Invests the sea, and wished morn delays.
So stretcht out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay
Chain'd on the burning Lake

The concept of the sea monster that pretends to be an island in order to drown seamen appears to be a commonly repeated archetype throughout many ancient languages, cultures, and traveler’s legends, including Egyptian, Greek, Hebrew, Persia, Arabia, and even the Inuit of Greenland.

The literary image of the whale has endured in stories like Pinocchio‘s Monstro. In some interpretations of Moby Dick, Herman Melville reversed the archetype by making the whale white and a symbol for God, and captain Ahab the defiant and unyielding Satan. Even the modern television show Doctor Who manages to draw upon the ancient imagery with a novel twist on the archetype in an episode titled “The Beast Below”. (Doctor Who Season 5 Episode 2)

This kind of archetypal imagery still has a lot of application to everyday life. I keep my daughter’s drawing on my desk at work to remind myself not to be too confident of appealing perceptions; to be wary of the uncharted and unknown; and to look below the surface.

There are also some helpful applications to the LDS Church and some of the controversies among its members in recent months and years.

Brigham Young, the second prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, used to compare the church to a sailing ship he called “The Old Ship Zion.”

In the October 2014 General Conference of the Church, in a sermon titled “Stay in the Boat and Hold On,” Elder M. Russel Ballard of the Twelve Apostles reintroduced the members of the church to President Young’s analogy of the Old Ship Zion:

President Young said that he also worried about people losing their way when they were being blessed—when life was good: ‘It is in calm weather, when the old ship of Zion is sailing with a gentle breeze, [and] when all is quiet on deck, that some of the brethren want to go out in the whaling boats to have … a swim, and some get drowned, others drifted away, and others again get back to the ship. Let us stick to the old ship and she will carry us [safely] into the harbor; you need not be concerned.’

Then one year later in the General Conference of October 2015, Elder Ballard returned again to the same theme in a sermon titled “God is at the Helm“:

In last October’s general conference, I invited listeners to follow Brigham Young’s counsel to stay on the Old Ship Zion, which is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and to hold on with both hands.

[…]

Now, as we ponder just these few truths that exist within the Old Ship Zion, let us stay on board and remember that, by definition, a ship is a vehicle, and the purpose of a vehicle is to take us to a destination.

Our ship’s destination is the full blessings of the gospel, the kingdom of heaven, the celestial glory, and the presence of God!

God’s plan is in place. He is at the helm, and His great and powerful ship flows toward salvation and exaltation. Remember that we cannot get there by jumping out of the boat and trying to swim there by ourselves.

The maritime imagery might be easily extended to include a warning about Fastitocalon.

The point of Fastitocalon‘s deception is that he waits. Until the moment of disaster when he dives, everything seems fine. Warnings from old sailors who know the lore appear foolish and misguided, or even appear to be wicked attempts to deny people pleasure and relief from the hard voyage.

As I have often mentioned before, the consequences of decisions are often not immediate. Cause and effect are not always proportional or linear. Left to our own intelligence, we simply cannot successfully evaluate the long-term consequences of our decisions.

To complicate the issue, our fallen world is full of deceptions. Apparently safe, welcoming uncharted islands can turn out to be inconceivable, monstrous traps. When we’re tired of the Old Ship, and the voyage is exhausting, and we’re suffering, it is understandably tempting to want to get off and take a rest.

But beware of Fastitocalon, the Beast Below, who gives the illusion of intellectual,  spiritual, and emotional strength and stability for a season, biding his time until he can cause the most damage and drown everyone.

He would love to get the Old Ship Zion to attach her moorings to his gigantic shell.

That is why we need to have faith that the Lord is guiding His Old Ship Zion through his prophets. We need to heed and trust their guidance, even when it doesn’t make sense to us, and the uncharted island beckons with the promise of solid land. And it is why we need the Holy Ghost to help us make correct decisions even when we cannot ever have enough information about the long-term ramifications and are blind of the deceits being practiced upon us.

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8 thoughts on “Beware Uncharted Islands – The Beast Below and Enduring in the Old Ship Zion

  1. Good imagery to remember when the world assaults the good old ship and accuses the skippers of being too cautious and conservative.

  2. Great analogy. It seems like the adversary would like us to get off, raise our children on Fastitocalon and encourage them to have children there. Generations of ease encourage more to come until it seems to those on the island that there is no God. Satan sometimes patiently plays a calm and careful opening and middle game to prepare a numerically large win in the end game.

  3. A horse and a man, above, below,
    One has a plan but both must go,
    Mile after mile, above, beneath,
    One has a smile and one has teeth,
    Though the man above might say hello,
    Expect no love from the beast below.

    — From Doctor Who episode “The Beast Below”

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