It echoed across the sky like thunder. There was a crack in the ice. I jumped to my feet and climbed the portal. In the distance I saw a dark spot. I grabbed the binoculars, strapped on the harness and stood tall on the hatch. About a mile away I saw an icebreaker clearing a path for a tanker. She was cutting through the ice like a chisel. The ice was breaking up around her and a crack had crept all the way over to us. I wondered: did they see us? Would they know we were here? I looked down at the hull. Nope. Not a chance. We were caked in ice. From that distance we would have looked like any other bergy bit. The ice began to whine and shake. The sub was shifting. I hurried to put on the wetsuit, grabbed the gaff and went out with the rope and harness. I poked and jabbed as hard as I could to clear the propeller, which took a lot of work. But the ice was breaking up around us and I was excited. Finally, I freed the prop, climbed back inside and hit the dive switch.
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