They rolled in off the Roaring Forties, spouting and with their flanks glistening like fountains on basalt. Who knows where they had come from. There is nothing much in the 10,000 wind-tossed miles of the great Southern Ocean between here and Patagonia.   Was there trouble with the sonar? Were they sick? Why did these twelve great sperm whales, each as big as a single-decker bus chose to negotiate the hazardous passage of Hell’s Gates, the rocks at the entrance […]