But as the last of the snow settled, the landscape around him came into focus—and Tanner’s heart sank. The boat was gone. The spot where it had been was now just a stretch of icy water, churning in the storm’s aftermath.
Tanner’s eyes scanned the horizon desperately, searching for any sign of his friends, but there was nothing. The realization hit him like a hammer—he was alone, stranded on a massive iceberg with nothing but a tiny polar bear cub and the unforgiving Arctic wilderness.