Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
Too Late to Turn Back
Michael rushed home to pack thermal gear, rope, gloves, and water. He’d already called his brother-in-law, who promised to leave the boat key under the seat. Around here, no one stole anything anyway. But just as he zipped up his bag and reached for the door, there was a knock. He froze. Out the window, a police cruiser idled at the curb.
Michael’s stomach dropped. The shop owner must’ve tipped them off. Now the cops were here, probably to stop him, maybe even detain him. Things had become all too real. He had seconds to decide: stay and explain or make a run for the boat while he still could.
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