Working at the {#blank#}1{#/blank#} station, I had {#blank#}2{#/blank#} whales killed many times with my own eyes. On the afternoon I arrived at the station, as I was{#blank#}3{#/blank#}out my accommodation, I heard a loud noise coming from the bay. Running down to the shore in time, we saw an {#blank#}4{#/blank#}animal. “It is called Old Tom, the killer.” George said as he ran ahead {#blank#}5{#/blank#} me.

    {#blank#}6{#/blank#} the distance we could see that something was happening. As we {#blank#}7{#/blank#}near, I could see a whale {#blank#}8{#/blank#} by a {#blank#}9{#/blank#} of about six sharks. Being badly wounded, the whale soon died. Very soon, its body was dragged by the sharks down into the {#blank#}10{#/blank#} of the sea.