It was a day like any other. The sea was calm, the sky clear, with a sense of anticipation in the air about the day’s catch. Mallory, with his grizzled beard and weathered skin, kept his eyes on the horizon, ever-watchful for the icebergs that drifted through these frigid waters like ghosts.

The wind howled around them, whipping the icy spray from the sea into their faces as Jacob, and Tanner wrestled with the fishing nets. They had been out since dawn, the cold biting at their fingers, but the promise of a good catch kept them moving.