Working at the station, I had whales killed many times with my own eyes. On the afternoon I arrived at the station, as I wasout my accommodation, I heard a loud noise coming from the bay. Running down to the shore in time, we saw an animal. “It is called Old Tom, the killer.” George said as he ran ahead me.
the distance we could see that something was happening. As we near, I could see a whale by a of about six sharks. Being badly wounded, the whale soon died. Very soon, its body was dragged by the sharks down into the of the sea.
