She

When this all began she was but a child — maybe not in age, but in temperament. She had come so very far to find herself abandoned standing on an ice floe on the middle of the Weddell Sea* left to die.

“Who would have thought I would end up like this?”

She squinted against the low sun and across to strange ice formations and not much else. How would she get out of this predicament? A passing boat? A passing whale? Maybe Captain Nimo would drift by and invite her into a life of piracy and new adventures. She sighed scratching her head and considered her next move.

“Well, at least they gave me a few rations and this knife”

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This photo does not depict the Weddell Sea. I have used North Point (Milwaukee) in February as a stand in.