The ice had shifted while they were gone, pressing in around the boat and threatening to trap it completely. Henrik hit the gas. The small boat jolted and bounced across the rough water, bumping into chunks of ice as Elias held the cub tightly with one arm and gripped the side with the other.
A large sheet of ice cracked nearby and slammed into them, nearly tipping the boat. It skidded sideways, the engine groaning. “Almost there,” Henrik shouted through gritted teeth. They crashed into the side of the Odin’s Mercy.