Inside the tent, Peter found a torn sleeping bag, food wrappers, and pages of notes. Maps. Sketches. A photo of a smiling man in front of a research station.
The pieces came together: this was no lost wanderer—this was a scientist. A researcher who had used the iceberg as a floating lab.
Suddenly, a storm erupted. Peter huddled in the tent, the ice groaning under nature’s fury. He thought he might not survive the night.
At dawn, he found footprints in fresh snow. Someone was still here.
Following the trail, he finally met Dr. Jensen—tired, frostbitten, but alive.
Together, they survived another brutal night. And when rescue arrived, the village of Haven had its miracle story.
Sometimes, chasing a mystery leads us straight into purpose.