The leaden green of the swells was all flushed and stained with pale pink.

This unusual color was caused by hordes of tiny, shrimplike creatures--distant cousins of those which you like so well in a salad.

The whale preferred them in the form of soup, so she went sailing slowly through them with her cavernous mouth very wide open.

Every now and then she would shut her jaws and give two or three great gulps, and her little eyes, away back at the base of her skull, would almost twinkle with satisfaction.
"But, as it appeared, she was not the only one that liked shrimps.

The air was full of wings and screams, where gulls, gannets, and skuas swooped and splashed, quarrelling because they got in one another's way at the feast.