After the submarine breached the ice, there was a moment of relief when
the hatch opened. Our cries of elation were swept away by the roaring arctic
wind however. We looked around. We saw nothing but a field of cracked ice,
broken only by an enormous frozen pillar thrusting towards the clear blue sky
some distance away. Within minutes, our
teeth started chattering, despite our heavy coats. It seemed we had traded
death by suffocation for death by freezing.
The wind died suddenly and we could hear the shifting ice crackling,
laughing at our plight.
“We won’t last the night.”
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