Halfway up, his rope snagged on a protruding rivet. He dangled for a moment, wrestling to free it as the tension drained the strength from his arms. A surge of panic welled up, but he steadied his breathing. With a sharp tug, the rope came loose, and he resumed his climb.
At last, Peter reached the ship’s edge. With one final, grueling pull, he swung himself over, collapsing onto the deck. The massive, desolate expanse of the ship stretched before him, eerily silent. Exhausted but exhilarated, he gazed at the strange, icy landscape he had fought so hard to reach.