Tanner squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths. He couldn’t afford to panic, not now. His mind began to clear, and a single thought pushed its way to the forefront: he had to find the boat!
It was his only chance of survival. If it had drifted away in the storm, maybe—just maybe—it was still nearby, hidden somewhere along the iceberg’s edge. With renewed determination, Tanner adjusted his grip on the cub and began to move.