Thursday 20th November

The captain is as happy as we are; he slows down and there is a mass exodus
to the top decks to look. We are surrounded by them, we are not sure if they
are fin whales or Sei whales; it doesn’t matter. We stay on deck for an
hour, trying to ignore how cold we are.

Friday 21st November.

Whales again; they come right up to the bow this time, a whole pod of them,
all blowing spume. Gasps of awe at each slow roll in the water, at these
almost mythical creatures that we once hunted almost to extinction.