As Kivalina officially entered winter, more and more drift ice appeared on the Ice Sea.
Little Swan had nothing to do with this trip out to sea; Old Swan was personally piloting the fishing boat, weaving between the floes.
Just as they were about to leave the area of drift ice, a column of water suddenly shot up from between the floes, tracing a white arc through the frigid air. Then, a massive black back surfaced on the sea.
It was a whale!
'The first time I've ever seen a live whale!' Feng Shan excitedly stood up on the fishing boat, his gaze fixed on the spot where it had appeared.
"That's a Bowhead Whale. When I was young, I hunted a Bowhead Whale even bigger than that one, all by myself in a wooden boat," Old Swan said, a smug look on his face as he held the tiller.
"So what? Are you auditioning for 'The Old Man and the Sea'? Or is catching Morris harder than hunting a Bowhead Whale?" Feng Shan retorted irritably.
