Kicked out by the drifting pack ice in front of Grise Fiord, we spend the night away, hooked on a giant ice floe. The next morning while it is so quiet we hear some strong blows, then suddenly appears from under the ice one small group of narwhals, two, then... around 70 narwhals which appear sometimes from right under our boat! They are everywhere in our little open water, it's like a ballet. They look like breathing again after a long dive, some seem pretty tired, others dashing. We keep for ourselves this amazing moment; Grise Fiord hunters will not need our help to found them...