The wind howled around them, whipping the icy spray from the sea into their faces as Jacob, and Tanner wrestled with the fishing nets. They had been out since dawn, the cold biting at their fingers, but the promise of a good catch kept them moving.
The Arctic had changed in their lifetimes, the ice melting faster every year, creating new dangers in a place that was already unforgiving. The boat rocked gently as they moved about their tasks, a rhythm they had known since childhood.