It was 9 in the evening, but in these northern latitudes the sun was still above the horizon. The sea thundered against the great cliffs of Mainland, the largest of the Shetland Islands; in lonely Footabrough inlet brilliant red and purple sea urchins bobbed in the swell along the shore. Out beyond the three-mile limit rode the Ukraina and two other trawlers of a Soviet fishing fleet.

On this sunlit night last week, Crofter Willie Fraser and his son were hoeing turnips in the garden of their low stone cottage near the inlet....

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