I scanned the horizon and strained to see the outline of the rocky islands in hopes of seeing the familiar arching crescent of a hungry humpback whale. A few seabirds dotted the gray seascape. I almost fell asleep in my chair watching. Every so often the fog would lift and the sun would shine brightly. As I looked around, I noticed a smallish 5-foot log floating on the surface. It had the familiar shape of a sea otter. I didn't really expect anything more than a log since I'd never seen a sea otter in Queen Charlotte Sound. I knew they were once abundant in the area, but they had been so extensively hunted that none remained in modern times. I checked the log just in case. I first looked at the larger, rounder end of the log to see if I could make out a face. It was distant, and even though the fog was mostly lifted, I was pretty sure I could make out what looked to be the face of an otter. The eyes, nose and mouth seemed right. As I scanned the log I checked out the next lump, which had the right shape and proportions to be the otter's fore-flippers. The body was low and the end was curved up. I stared at it a long time before getting up to tell Jeffrey what I had just found.