Peter anchored his rope to a jagged edge in the ship’s iron plating, testing its hold before pulling himself upward. His harness creaked under the strain, and each foothold demanded precision. The surface was slick with frost, and as his boot slipped, he swung precariously, catching his breath before regaining his footing.
The icy metal felt unforgiving against his gloves as he drove a hook into a seam and hauled himself up inch by inch. The bitter wind lashed at his face, numbing his cheeks and making his movements sluggish. But Peter pressed on, his determination burning brighter than the biting cold.