Which Found Who
The ice pack shifts. It constantly moves even as the horizon remains still. One doesn’t notice it, until they find themselves in a place they don’t recognize. And on the ice there’s little to recognize. It’s not flat, it’s not bleak, but it is different. The ice flows. The ocean beneath roils. Yet the horizon remains the same, and the sun fears peaking above it.
So when they awoke to the presence of the ship, they knew not what had happened. Had the ship come to them, or they to the ship. This far from land it did not matter. Leif immediately took it to be a boon - the ship provided shelter, supplies and the closest thing to a landmark that they could navigate by. Anders was of a differing opinion.
They immediately set out for the captain’s cabin. Only to find it encased in ice and partially submerged. The two men immediately started speculating as to which ship it was. They thought they knew all that had been lost this far north. So any discovery would only aid their expedition and raise their names. Or at least guarantee a larger entry in the history books, maybe even a statue.
That was the last thing Leif and Anders could agree upon. The first such disagreement was whether or not to move into the ship while they sought to uncover the cabin and any further details. Leif was for it, so the ship could not drift away from them. Anders having some experience of archaeology said it would disturb the ship further. Their measly compromise consisted of tethering their sleds to the ship, while they remained on the ice.
Today’s art is courtesy of Nikolai Lockertsen from Moss, Norway.