Polar Expedtion

snow, uncle, watch, cap, lake, speaker

I was awakened by someone poking me, “Get up, it’s your watch.” Clambering out of bed I noticed the snow outside. “Great.” I thought to myself, “It’s time for my watch and of course it’s snowing.” I sighed, what could I do, we had been steaming along toward the polar ice cap for at least two weeks. I had joined the crew of the “Summer”, who had ironically charted an expedition to find a cargo vessel that had gone missing at the bottom of the world. After putting on my three layer parka, I stepped outside and was greeted by something new. Pyramids of ice glistened in the moonlight, in sizes ranging from small rocks to giant hills. Clusters of them formed what looked like a shoreline of a freezing lake. I was jolted out of my trance by the speaker system declaring loudly, “We’ve encountered some pack ice blocking us from reaching the large landmass, for those on watch please get the ice-breaking tools ready.” “Call me a monkey’s uncle.” I said out loud “I knew I should have joined the air-based search team.” I trudged over to the door and went below.