[At that point, we began to capsize. It is surprising how easily you become disoriented. You struggle to remain seated upright as the rolling cabin carries you into the air, and then as you are plunged into the water your head is forced sideways against the wall. You know, intellectually, that you must remain in your seat for a few seconds to give the rotors time to stop spinning, but strapped into a chair, upside down, and submerged in a confined space, deep-seated instincts are insisting—vehemently—that you do something, and quickly.]
This chronicle of collecting oil in the icy North Seas is sort of amazing. Read it here.
