Giant Iceberg Drifts Past Town, Then Locals Spot This On Top

Crossing the Line

They crept past the tape, hearts hammering, the icy sand crunching softly beneath their boots. Beyond the patrol lights, the bay stretched wide and black.

The iceberg loomed offshore like a ghost. Thomas whispered, “We’re clear.” Greg nodded. Every step toward the pier felt heavier—weighted with fear and purpose.