In an attempt to outpace a sinister looking low-pressure system coming in from the southwest, we sped north to the top of the Tabarin Peninsula where, to our delight, the sun still shines. Gourdin Island is our destination: a dramatic volcanic tricorn slab of basalt peppered with a penguin trio of gentoos, chinstraps, and Adelies. A majority of the latter are juveniles, and ones which nearby leopard seals waste no time pursuing for a next meal when an unsuspecting chick ventures to closely. Our Zodiac weaves in and out of ice floes and rolling icebergs in an area packed with wildlife, wonder, and wilderness. This is Antarctica.