Karl had nodded in the meeting and hoped she wouldn’t get in the way. Karl’s corporate sponsor had insisted he take Naomi along. Steve rushed below deck, and Karl heard him rousing Naomi from one of the small boat’s two cabins. “Wake Naomi up and prepare to dock the boat. Sticking out of… a structure of some sort. Just above the structure, Karl caught a glimpse of some writing on the sub: U-977 and SS Kreigsmarine. It wasn’t warm though, or at least it wasn’t melting the ice around it.
But unlike the sub, the gray object didn’t reflect any light it looked more like waves, the kind that shimmer just over the horizon of a warm highway or a long stretch of desert. The sub, if it was a sub, was sticking out of another metallic object, this one gray and much, much larger than the sub. “Under it…” He panned to the area under the sub. He took the binoculars, scanned quickly, then stopped. Steve Cooper, Karl’s grad school friend, tied off a buoy and joined Karl on the other side of the boat. At the center of the iceberg, another piece of ice crumbled and fell away, revealing more of the long black object it had covered. Karl Selig steadied himself on the ship’s rail and peered through the binoculars at the massive iceberg.
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