Icy gails almost crooned a hymn while the winds pushed through the stricken metal haul of the once proud vessel. The Navy Ship known as Nautilus, is now nothing more than a flute being played by the frozen elements. The Nautilus had promised her passengers a safe journey through the Northern Sea. Her captain chartered a course to safely avoid the ever concerning ice fields. However Fate had other plans in stored. Now her broken twisted frame rested uneasy atop an ever shifting mountain of ice, rising and falling to the waves of the sea. Inside a crew frantically worked to mend the fractured haul. The men panicked as they ran around grabbing anything that could potentially be used to patch the holes. At any agonizing moment, a simple wave could instantly pull the Nautilus from her resting point down to the bottom of the ocean.
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