The cruise ship Yukionna struck an iceberg some months ago, and, after threatening to sink for a while, seems to have become stable and now constantly tours the Antarctic, the iceberg embedded in her side. Penguins and seals lounge on all the decks with the passengers, it smells quite bad. One seal (well known on board) lost its feet and one flipper in an accident, and has taken a liking to me. It hurls itself towards my face whenever it sees me, tangles up in my legs, bites me. It's a nightmare.