Unforgiving, Was The Cold
It was the furthest north they had ever been. The waters lapped against the vessel as the crew fought the rigging in the dense and powerful storm, as rain pelted their coats and soaked their shoes. Captain Peterson stood upon the deck shouting orders which could scarcely be heard over the powerful howling of the wind. Soon, larger and larger waves came and smashed into the side of the ship, sending it spinning more and more upon the waters. The compasses could only just keep up with the vicious speed at which their holders were tossed about the deck. The light from the sun was entirely blotted out by the immense and imposing storm clouds above the heads of the crew. “Land ho!” Came from the crows nest, and there they saw the vague pale silhouette of something which was certainly not more ocean. “Heave to it, men! We’ll see our way out of this storm!” The hoarse voice...