As the early morning light dawned upon us, the M/S Stockholm sailed towards the north end of Kvænangen fjord, ever scouting for whales—Orcas, to be precise.
Tired eyes scanned the horizon in search of the orcas. Our expedition leader quickly spotted a mass gathering of predatory gulls on the horizon.
As we neared the spectacle, sleek blackfins — a formidable species — emerged amidst the chaos of birds and fish.
Orcas. Not a hundred, not two hundred, not even three hundred. Four hundred battle-hardened orcas were spread out across the horizon, with humpback whales and fin whales dancing in between — a feeding frenzy of biblical proportions.