But Tanner was already moving, gathering fishing gear and ropes, his face set in grim resolve. His hands moved with purpose as he began fashioning a makeshift ice axe, tying the ropes to a couple of sturdy fishing hooks.

With that, Tanner stepped onto the ice, testing his weight before committing to the climb. The others watched, their hearts in their throats as he slowly ascended the icy wall, the makeshift hooks digging into the surface with each painstaking pull.