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Top: Dr. Ricardo Rosa checks a morning's catch on display at the market. Bottom: Dr. Gruber examines the carcass of a large nurse shark, eventually identified by it's rough skin texture, despite being finned and decapitated.
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Learn more about the noted scientist leading the Brazil shark mission...
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Seaman Scott Hopkinson casts off the bowline as the Seward Johnson prepares to leave port.
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This expedition is a reunion, bringing together an experienced crew trained by Dr. Gruber over the years at his lab in the Bahamas. The friendliness and familiarity was evident two days ago in the Natal airport, where Dr. Rosa and his students greeted us. We exchanged hugs and luggage, and climbed aboard their bus bound for the SEWARD JOHNSON. Surrounded by old and new friends, driving through strange streets and green hills, it felt like the all of the planning and preparations for the mission were finally complete...it felt like our adventure had begun.
Our first night aboard the RVSJ, docked in Natal, coincided with one of the last nights of the Brazilian Carnival. Most crew members put their jobs briefly on hold to walk the streets, hear the music, see the extreme costumes, and experience an atmosphere that was (to most of us) absolutely nothing like home. The next morning (yesterday), our group made their way to the Natal fish market. The local fishermen laughed as we bought fresh barracuda and snapper to lure sharks for research. All is eaten here, from glassy-eyed snappers to large sharks. Even the trimmings from the cutting tables are snatched up by hungry cats.
At 11:00 this morning, the SEWARD JOHNSON cast off all lines, and the harbor pilot guided us out through the narrow channel to the open sea. I watch the seabirds and feel the swells, and the complete change of scenery makes our walk through the fish market seem like it happened days ago. Soon, the scene will shift again just as dramatically, as we arrive at a tiny, isolated pinnacle of land to greet some more old friends--the lemon sharks of Atol das Rocas.
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Two Natal fisherman shake grass and debris from their net to prepare it for their next day of work.
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