Ocean Notorious: Journeys to Lost and Lonely Places of the Deep South

First edition published in 2015 by Awa Press,

Unit 1, Level 3, 11 Vivian Street,

Wellington 6011, New Zealand.

ISBN 978-1-927249-26-0

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Copyright © Matt Vance 2015

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CONTENTS

Front Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Preface

The ocean that doesn’t exist

Islands

Bounty

Birdman

Coastwatchers

Ornithology

Lonely tree

Extinctions great and small

Macquarie Island scone

Island of kings

Ocean

Alone

First aid

B-15A

Breaking the ice

Ice

Magnetic south

A dead lion

Trick of the light

Scott’s dream

Symmes’ hole

Message from the living world

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

Illustration credits

Index

ALSO BY MATT VANCE

How to Sail a Boat

MATT VANCE is a New Zealand writer, photographer and passionate sailor. He has been a lecturer and guide on numerous expeditions to the outposts of the Southern Ocean, from the subantarctic islands to the Antarctic continent, and has accompanied writers, journalists, artists and photographers south in Antarctica New Zealand’s Artists and Media programmes. He lives in Diamond Harbour, New Zealand with his wife Nancy and their two children.

For Mila and Baie

Preface

It would have been nice to ignore the rattle of the wind on the roof, sit by the fire, and say to anyone who’d listen, ‘I’d like to go there some day.’ But I had a desperate urge. The urge ground away at me. For a while I tried to ignore it, then I resorted to every trick I knew to get to the deep south.

For three years nothing worked. I lost hope. I was trying to forget the place when I received a polite phone call inviting me to a job interview.

‘It’s no weather to be at sea,’ an elderly woman said as I passed her on the pavement. She was leaning into the wind like a sprinter and barely making headway. A gale roared in the treetops. It was the kind of winter’s day when you could feel the south.

The wind hurled me through the door of the office and slammed it behind me. A respectable silence sprang up as my senses adjusted to the peace.

Out of the calm Shirley appeared. She and her husband Rodney had started a business showing travellers first-hand the wild majesty of the Southern Ocean. The business had blossomed and now had something of a cult following.

I was given a cup of tea and ushered into Rodney’s office. In the right circumstances you can learn a lot about someone in a few minutes. Rodney exuded passion. It was in his every word as he pushed aside the piles of paperwork on his desk. He had experienced the first wisps of the Southern Ocean as a cadet working for the Wildlife Service and it had willed him on ever since. He was the kind of person who thought nothing of going to university and studying Pacific history and theology while refining his knowledge of high latitude zoology. He had the radiance of someone who had found his purpose in life.

We talked of sailing and islands and dreams of journeys yet to be made. After an hour I noticed the cup of tea had gone cold in my hand. I had clean forgotten this was supposed to be a job interview.

So had Rodney. As we lingered at the door of his office he said, almost as an afterthought, ‘Can you make the first trip of the season in November?’ I don’t recall replying yet I must have. My head was a maelstrom of winds, monstrous waves, and albatrosses gliding over a forgotten ocean. I had already gone south.

The ocean that doesn’t exist

43°38′S

In 1953, with the stroke of a pen, the most important ocean on the planet disappeared.

The truth is the Southern Ocean had been shrinking for some time, retreating south and being eroded in increments. As gales roared over its waters and legions of albatrosses wheeled across its skies, bureaucrats and policymakers were busy plotting its demise.

It all started back in 1914, when the newly formed International Hydrographic Bureau attempted to agree on borders and names for the world’s oceans and seas. Although this sounds like the basis of a Monty Python skit, it was a serious attempt at defining ownership of the unownable. Ten years later the bureau produced a publication entitled Limits of Oceans and Seas.

The Southern Ocean, one of the bureau’s targets, had a venerable history. Captain James Cook had been one of the first to prove that the planet’s deep south consisted of a single great body of water. This came as a disappointment: he had been hoping to find the fabled continent Terra Australis. When his voyages of the late 1770s produced nothing but endless sea dotted with tiny islands, the ocean was given over to whalers, sealers and sailors. These men gave it a multitude of names, among them Great Southern Ocean, Grand Ocean and Southern Icy Ocean.

Things remained that way until 1919, when the bureau officially named it the Southern Ocean; its northern boundary was drawn to neatly touch the coasts of South America, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand. The naming of the ocean gave formal recognition to what every sailor had known all along – that this was a singular, distinctive and significant body of water – but the bureau was never to reach such heights of common sense again. At each subsequent meeting it pushed the boundaries of its neighbouring oceans south, until in 1953 the Southern Ocean disappeared altogether.

A later edition of Limits of Oceans and Seas explained: ‘The Antarctic or Southern Ocean has been omitted from this publication as the majority of opinions received since the issue of the 2nd Edition in 1937 are to the effect that there exists no real justification for applying the term Ocean to this body of water, the northern limits of which are difficult to lay down owing to their seasonal change. The limits of the Atlantic, Pacific and Indian Oceans have therefore been extended South to the Antarctic Continent.’

Since then there have been attempts by the International Hydrographic Organization – as the bureau was renamed in 1970 – to reinstate the Southern Ocean but disagreement has always broken out among the delegates. Today such disparate parties as Encyclopaedia Britannica and the CIA recognise the Southern Ocean while the National Geographic Society chooses to ignore it.

As you may have concluded, the drawing of boundaries was always wishful thinking. The limits of this ocean move north and south with the seasons. Its howling west winds can reach as far north as latitude 35° South in the southern winter and retreat as far as 50° South in summer. For those who sail there, the ocean is felt as an unnerving and almighty power, a tightening somewhere deep in the gut.

The sailors who frequented these waters in the era of sailing ships gave the latitudes names: the Roaring Forties, the Furious Fifties, the Screaming Sixties. They were describing the only thing that matters in the Southern Ocean – wind. Theirs were not yarns, dreamed up to scare the pants off landlubbers. The winds were real. They made this ocean the most feared on the planet. Even today, to say among sailors that you have sailed the Southern Ocean is like saying you have descended into hell. Their eyes brighten. They take you aside and ask tremulously, ‘What was it like?’

That the Southern Ocean is one of the most consistently windy stretches of water on Earth is largely due to heat and pressure. The equatorial regions receive the vertical blaze of the sun and so have an excess of heat. The polar regions have a deficit of heat. Wind is the atmosphere’s attempt to even out the difference, like the thermostat of an air-conditioning system. Where the air is cool it descends, causing high pressure; where it is hot it rises, causing low pressure. The fact the planet is rotating means that big masses of air and water do not follow a straight line but rather a spiral, which whirls towards the left in the southern hemisphere and toward the right in the northern hemisphere. This gets complicated very quickly and is the reason meteorologists earn their money.

Over the interior of Antarctica the air is cold, which means it can do only one thing – descend. On the edges of this large polar high, low-pressure systems drag warm air south and shunt cold air north, at the same time sending the relatively warm sea air upwards. Seen from a satellite the land mass looks like an icy kingdom surrounded by a marauding pack of spinning hounds, which encircle it as though at the perimeter fence of a drug lord’s mansion.

It is the northernmost edges of this pack of hounds, known to meteorologists as ‘deep low-pressure systems’, which force a continuous flow of wind from west to east. As each low-pressure system passes, the flow goes from the warmer north-west to the cooler south-west and back again.

The waves these westerly winds generate are among the largest on the planet. The strength of a wind and the distance it has travelled – a combination known as ‘fetch’ – determine the height of waves. A small lake has a short fetch so it is capable of generating only a sharp chop, even in strong winds. An ocean such as the Atlantic has a few thousand nautical miles of fetch so it can generate a sizeable swell. When the Drake Passage opened up thirty million years ago it gifted the Southern Ocean an infinite fetch. This is the one ocean that has no land to break up the sea’s endless circuit. Even on the calmest days, it has a constant heave from the west. On the worst days the size of the swell can make your heart stop.

1937 International Hydrographic Bureau chart showing limits of the Southern Ocean.

Like the wind, the surface water of the Antarctic Circumpolar Current, which flows around the continent, is in a constant drift eastward. Eleven thousand three hundred and thirty-two nautical miles long, the current is a continuous loop moving over 130 million cubic metres of water a second – over a hundred times the flow of every river, stream and creek on Earth combined. It is a major redistributor of energy, a giant flywheel at the bottom of the world keeping the planet’s air-conditioning system going. It also drives the Indian, Atlantic and Pacific Ocean gyres, large swirling masses of water that reach as far north as the equator.

Below the surface currents of the Southern Ocean there are other currents, driven not by wind but by differences in water density. Antarctica is one of only two places that produce something known as deep water, the other being Greenland. Deep water is the densest sea water on the planet. It forms as sea ice leaches its salt into cold water. The density of the resulting water means it sinks to the bottom. For most of the Southern Ocean this is a drop of 4,000 to 5,000 metres.

This process sets in motion the entire world oceanic system. While the circulation of the oceans is an endless conveyor belt, scientists believe deep-water formation is critical to kick-starting and maintaining this immense transfer of energy.

You don’t have to sail the Southern Ocean to guess that with all this water moving about there will be some spectacular collisions. The most impressive is the Antarctic Convergence zone, where cool dense Antarctic water moving north meets the relatively warmer water of the Subantarctic and creates an undulating ring of confusion up to twenty-six nautical miles wide around the Antarctic continent between latitudes 48° and 61° South. As the Antarctic water drives under the subantarctic water the vigorous mixing that results brings bottom nutrients to the surface, making the place one