They make me feel desperate. First of all, I was very happy to see these drifting white blocks around my vessel. They confirmed my destination; the first signs of the arctic waters. But now, they work against me.

They are always there. No matter if it's day or night, they continually scratch and bump against Gerbreyta's hull.

Its like they want to tell me Im not welcome in these waters. As if they convoy me back southwards, away from where they came from. They look silent, but if you listen carefully you can hear them whispering: Get away from here. You dont belong here. What did you expect to find here in the first place? Are you mad or so? We see you are doomed to drift around steering-less and almost without food, but were not going to help you. We dont know if you will survive.