The iceberg loomed before him like a frozen giant. As Peter anchored the boat, he shivered—not from cold, but from the weight of what he was about to do.
Rope. Axe. Harness. He geared up, staring at the shimmering wall of ice.
Step by step, he climbed. The wind screamed. Ice cracked beneath his boots. Doubt whispered in his mind, but he pressed on. At last, he reached the top, expecting… nothing.
But then, nestled near a ridge, was a small tent, half-buried in snow.
Peter froze.
“Someone’s been here,” he gasped.
What he found would change everything.