### 345

You hand over the wheel to one of the crew and settle down on the floor to sleep. A few hours later you are woken by one of the crew.

‘We’ve a problem, my lord,’ he says, nervously rubbing the backs of his calloused hands. The darkness has given way to an eerie dawn which casts its watery light upon this problem. In the grey half-light you see thousands of icebergs ahead, stretching across the horizon as far as the eye can see. Your heart sinks—navigating a course through this icy maze could well prove impossible.

If you wish to take control of the ship’s wheel as you approach the field of icebergs, turn to 51.

If you wish to go forward to the prow and act as ship’s pilot, turn to 189.