I come without warning, sharp and tight, a twisting ache that steals your might. I visit some monthly, others at strain, what am I that brings this pain?

Take a musical instrument that is the embodiment of creating calm and beautiful environments with its softly-plucked strings. Now take an over-the-top form of satire that mocks someone or something. Take these two things that make people smile and laugh and merge them together to naturally get me, a weapon for hunting whales.

I travel faster than sound, but acoustics are not as profound. If you blink for a moment you might think i've gone, but worry not, I'll be back by dawn.

When palms meet in harmony, a celebration of success, echoing the sound of victory in the air. A hand-to-hand compliment, rising to greet the sky, a friendly gesture that seals the moment.

Beastly leviathan from thunderous waves, crashing and thrashing sends men to their graves. Through day into night the lurid white whale writhes and contorts to no avail. By grit and resolve the monster is slain, but what kind of rod was thrown again?