The storm that struck the English Channel on Saturday morning was an unsparing Atlantic tempest: ninety-knot gale-force winds whipping freezing grey rain across the churning waters of the Strait of Dover. Ten miles off the white cliffs of Dover, inside the primary shipping lane where five hundred commercial vessels passed every twenty-four hours, an emergency of catastrophic ecological proportions was unfolding. The *Stolt Poseidon*, an aging, three-hundred-meter crude oil tanker…
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