This reminds me of a tale of Stormalong, when he went whaling. It was a reasonably good cruise, except that the skipper had a bull basson which he practiced when he was bored or unhappy or when things were slow, which occurred about every 2 or 3 days.

It wouldn't have been so bad except that he was a very bad player and his reed was cracked. He had no spares left so he went with what he had.

One day, Old Stormy, even though he was of a tolerant nature, couldn't take it any longer, quietly went below, lifted the bull bassoon off its mountings on the bulkhead of the captain's cabin and
tossed it out the windows of the captain's cabin. Unfortunately, the bassoon did not sink. It lodged, mouthpiece first, in the blowhole of the most treemendous sparm whale in the South Seas, Mocha Dick [which was the real name of the whale Melville called Moby Dick].

It turned out that Mocha Dick didn't seem to mind this intrusion too much except that he couldn't seal his blowhole when he dived. He started to pine away. Even worse, every time he spouted, that bull whale played that bull bassoon. He wasn't very good but he was better than the captain. He hung around that whaler, just out of reach of the whaleboats and the harpoons.

Now the cow whales were attracted to this strange seagoing concert so that every morning, all they had to do was ust lower away, harpoon one or two or three and render down the blubber. Needless to say, pretty soon every barrel that brig could stow below or on deck was chock full. the cooper had even made special containers to fit in between the regular stowage so they could cram every last drop on board.

When the captain announced that they were going back to Nantucket, Old Stormy took pity on Mocha Dick. The ocean was a lot emptier than when they arrived on their whaling trip.

Being so much taller that the average sailor, he waited until Mocha Dick was swimming about 50 feet off the bow and he leapt directly from the jibboom onto Mocha Dick's back. Before he could respond to this sudden intrusion, Stormy ran forward and plucked the bassoon from his blowhole, then jumped into the sea and swam back to the ship. Unfortunately, the bassoon got lost during the return swim.