That night, Peter couldn’t sleep. The thought of what he saw haunted him. He debated telling someone, but he knew they’d laugh. Instead, he decided to take action.
He quietly borrowed his brother-in-law’s boat and purchased ice climbing gear—a move that raised eyebrows at the local store. “You’re not thinking of climbing that thing, are you?” the shopkeeper asked, half-joking, half-concerned.
Peter simply nodded.
By dawn, he was sailing toward the iceberg. The sea was icy, the wind unforgiving, but his mind was set. Whatever mystery lay on that floating mountain, he was going to find out.
But Peter’s journey was only just beginning…