Chapter NineGREENLAND SEA
MARCH 1914
“The sea, this truth must be confessed, has no generosity. No display of manly qualities, courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness, has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.”
Joseph Conrad
The closest iceberg was small, about twenty feet long, and floated sullenly on an oily sea. There was an ugly dark green band just above the waterline, and groups of what appeared to be pebbles above that. Behind the first berg were others, of all shapes and sizes, from floes no larger than Lady Balgay's dinghy to giants that would dwarf Dundee Law.
'Fenders lads, in case they get too close.' Captain Milne sounded very casual as he gave orders that steered Lady Balgay through the bergs, with the crew shoving at any that came too cl
