GM
August 11th, Late Evening
In a plane...
Or more precisely, Mr Jonathon Hale, Esq, asleep in a Plane...
Across endless icy plains, mountains, and beautiful bleakness...an Icebreaker was trapped. Steam poured out of engines, and whilst Ice cracked, it did not splinter asunder.
Outside, Inuit and Europeans were hacking at the ice, desperate to move the ferocious ship. It groaned, full of Iron and Guns and Coal.
And a black coated man with the biggest and blackest handgun one could conceive stood on the ship, bristling wi