Icebergs and Glaciers Set

Able Seaman Peter Harris had been standing watch for the past three hours. The relentless expanse of whiteness before him was beginning to play tricks on his eyes. Staring out into the vast, frozen landscape, he couldn't be entirely certain what he was searching for. The order was to look for "signs of the enemy," but how could he discern anything in this seemingly infinite sea of ice? No plumes of smoke rose above the frozen walls that surrounded him, and the constant shifting and grinding of the ice floes made it challenging to differentiate reality from mirage, a trick of the refracted light. Even the telltale roar of engines was muffled by the massive ice blocks colliding with each other.