By Lally, onboard the Arctic Sunrise

So there I stood, nostrils twitching trying to work out what the awful smell was.

After a quick sheepish look at the underside of my boots I looked around and there behind me was the Nisshin Maru flanked by one of her hunter ships. The cause of the smell was clarified in a second.

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It was the smell of death, a mixture of butchers shop and decaying flesh and it was coming from the Nisshin Maru.

As I stood and stared, the entrails of what would have been, just a short while ago, part of one of the most beautiful creatures on earth floated by. A wave of conflicting emotions overtook me.

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The story of Greenpeace’s current effort in the frigid southern oceans is a modern saga that, to one crew member, calls to mind a poem by Emily Dickinson:

Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —
And Crews — of solid Blood —
Did place upon the West — Tonight —
As ’twere specific Ground —

And They — appointed Creatures —
In Authorized Arrays —
Due — promptly — as a Drama —
That bows — and disappears —

Stay up to date with the Greenpeace efforts to thwart the Japanese whalers.

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