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Killers of Eden: Killers in Eden Shark Diver : Shark Diving : Swimming With Sharks What I learned the day a dying whale spared my life | Paul Watson | Environment The greatest gift that I have ever received is also my great and enduring curse. It was June 1975 and I was a crew member on the first Greenpeace campaign to protect the whales. It was off the coast of northern California, 60 miles offshore. Before us, spread across the waters like some invading foreign armada, was the Soviet whaling fleet. The ships were grey, black, and freckled with rust. We felt pretty small on board the 85ft Phyllis Cormack, the halibut seiner we had chartered out of British Columbia, skippered by big no-nonsense Captain John C Cormack. We were a crew of 13 and I was the first officer. This was before the 200 territorial limit had been imposed and when the Russians freely fished and whaled up to 13 miles off the shore. We had been searching for them since April starting in the north off the Queen Charlotte Islands. We caught them hunting, arriving on the scene just as a harpoon tore into the backside of a young sperm whale. Our strategy was simple. He screamed.

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