The old fishing boat cuts through the waves where Faxafloi bay meets the open Atlantic off Iceland’s west coast.
A small group of people stands in silence on deck, staring at the sea surface, ignoring the fine weather, the birds soaring around the boat, and the line of mountains framing the bay.
Finally a loud shout breaks the silence.
“Twelve o’clock! Twelve o’clock!” the guide cries out in English. “We have a minke whale at twelve o’clock!”
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