Here's mud in your eye

I PEER out into the dawn mist. It is snowing softly and the sea is flat calm. Then they appear, three great grey shapes cruising powerfully alongside our ship. They take steady short breaths, briefly engulfing us in a fishy cloud of steam, then turn and dive under the hull. "A-frame in!" s...

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Main Author: Glover, A.
Format: Article in Journal/Newspaper
Language:unknown
Published: 2000
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Online Access:https://eprints.soton.ac.uk/8818/
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Summary:I PEER out into the dawn mist. It is snowing softly and the sea is flat calm. Then they appear, three great grey shapes cruising powerfully alongside our ship. They take steady short breaths, briefly engulfing us in a fishy cloud of steam, then turn and dive under the hull. "A-frame in!" shouts Josh into his radio, and the whine of hydraulics snaps me out of my whale-watching trance. Above, the bright orange confusion of steel struts and levers that is our precious box-corer swings wildly on its tether. Dave DeMaster, chief scientist, gives me a timely reminder to stop staring out to sea and to "haul in the tag lines". The swing is brought under control and we land the corer gently onto the deck. "Good core!" he shouts. We whoop with excitement. Our combined efforts have brought yet another beautifully undisturbed lump of green deep-sea mud onto the deck.Magazine Myself and 16 other scientists from around the world are aboard the Antarctic research vessel Laurence M. Gould. The rugged mountains and ice sheets of the Antarctic Peninsula, just 50 kilometres away, contrast with the fertile seas we have come so far to study. During the summer months, bathed in sunlight 24 hours a day and fed by deep-water nutrients, these waters support a teeming array of marine life. But in the winter, the sunlight is gone and the energy pump that is the Sun's rays is switched off. Nowhere else in the world is this seasonal effect more dramatic, and this is what we have come to study. Two months previously, I was explaining to friends back home that I was off to Antarctica. "Wow!" they would exclaim: "What are you doing there ? Studying penguins, or killer whales, perhaps ?" "Er, no. Worms actually," I would reply enthusiastically. "They are amazingly diverse in the Antarctic and no one has worked out how they feed in the winter. Part of our project is to." At this point their eyes would glaze over and I knew the conversation was over. But marine worms, the diverse group known scientifically as polychaetes, are the subject of the ...