(x) Arctic Treasure

The sighting story by Ron Evans is called Arctic Treasure. In 20, I had just graduated. Being made of money, because of the recent death of my parents, I decided to pan the

demise of my spirit of adventure, before settling down to my chosen profession. I joined the Norwegian Vayner, and during the trip into the Arctic, was quickly promoted to a deckhand to one of the small whale chases, which in those days was to the mall in the small tugboat in the billions, and crude by sick men.

Far north as Bath and Bay are brooding whales and flying them for the mothership to collect later. It was a bad season though, and as the time came close to our town it was decided to add to the trip's profits by catching a few seals.

On the wailing grounds we sailed into Hudson Bay, the north into Fox Basin, the wilderness of ice flows towering there. I think he was not a job for a scream-ish man to shoot them, don't you?

None of the adults won. They pups have got to be clubbed. No need to pull up faith, Tim. You'll get used to it. Why not shoot them? What's the difference? As far as if the least damaged fur brings the highest price.

And of course the pups fur brings in the best price. Oh, one sharp blow from the club kills them out right. Then we skin them on the spot. Rather not have to do it with self, sir.

Well, since you're the junior on board, you'll probably be detailed to look after the ship anyway. I've been sealed catching out for ten years. I still make my blood run cold. They're attituted. They look in their eyes and they...