The Fish ThievesPaul Nicklen
It was late winter and the first shy rays of spring sunshine won’t be seen for a few more days. I strain to make out the shapes as they surface; I can barely distinguish their bullet-like bodies when they break the water, but I can clearly hear the whisper of their breath, a crisp sound that is expelled in a white mist every time the whales surface to breathe.
A primeval fear takes hold of me as the zodiac buckles on the choppy sea. I am trying to stop myself from thinking, “there is absolutely no way I am diving into this black water with a pod of wild orcas,” but before I can gather my thoughts together, my partner, National Geographic photographer Paul Nicklen, quietly slips overboard. There is no choice, I grab a camera, steel myself against the cold, and follow him under the thin blue line where the arching horizon meets the sea.
Like many other large marine creatures, orcas instill a primeval fear in our hearts. From the ancient tales of the first mariners to the fear mongering of modern media and social media outlets, we are brain-trained from an early age to fear the watery wilderness of the ocean. Sharks, giant squid, leopard seals, and even sperm whales, are all characters in a dramatic narrative that teaches us to fear the unknown.
For me, and especially for Paul, the opposite is the lure. Over his 20 year-long career with National Geographic magazine, Paul has used his camera to dispel myths about some of the most feared and misunderstood animals in the ocean. From polar bears and walruses to leopard seals and tiger sharks, he has spent countless hours in the solitude of nature documenting animal behavior and trying to give wild creatures, especially those with a bad, and often undeserved reputation, a fair shake. For Paul, these beautiful animals are not ferocious, dangerous or mindless killers, but curious, intelligent, and almost always misjudged.
The orcas are working together, performing a highly coordinated exercise to herd the fish: huge schools of herring, larger than any other I have ever seen, are compacted together into a tight ball. This immense ball of fish, a mere five feet under the ocean’s surface, buckles and sways, trying to escape, but the orcas swim relentlessly around the ball making it tighter and tighter. In this sophisticated team effort every orca plays a role and every member of the pod gets their turn to feed.
Young calves flank their mother’s sides and mimic every move as they hone their herring-herding skills. They call out to one and other, and we can hear the constant high-pitched sound of echo-location all around us.
By the sheer volume of water they displace, Paul and I are able to “feel” the presence of the humpback whales even before they arrive. I peer out of the water and spot Paul several feet away. He too has seen the larger whales and is signaling desperately, trying to warn me to get out of the way. The humpbacks are approaching fast from beneath the herring ball.
With no echo-location they are unable to sense us and unless we start swimming fast, we could be injured as they snap their massive jaws, or worse, risk a head-on collision. We witness their tremendous power when a humpback emerges from the depths in a corkscrew upsurge that drives its immense body out of the water. Hanging briefly in the air as if held by an invisible thread, fish spilling out of its open mouth, it whirls the tip of its flukes and then turns and crashes back down into the water.
Paul and I kick back, colliding into each other. In the end, we are missed by mere feet. After I catch my breath I look underwater again, but the humpbacks are gone, the herring ball has dispersed, and the orcas, deprived of their meal, are also swimming away.
Until Paul’s images of this remarkable event were made, the assumption was that the orcas and the humpbacks were collaborating to herd the fish in what is known as “carousel” feeding behavior. Now we know that it is the orcas who are doing all of the work, while the humpbacks, who are newcomers to these fjords, are being opportunistic fish thieves.
The tide brings the gentle lapping of water onto the rocky shore and darkness melts away. In these winter fjords, however, the gift of light is short-lived and a mere 18 minutes later, the sun sets again. Water flickers as the orange orb casts its last long shadow. The million specks of light that dance on the sparkling sea make it seem as if the northern lights have fallen into the water. The ocean and our spirits are soaked in grace.