The Lure (43 page)

Findhorn laid the transparency on the table. Down the left, the west coast of Greenland showed as a grey-white, serrated patch except where sea fog obscured the outline. Someone had outlined the limit of the pack ice with a dotted line. There was a scattering of icebergs. Little arrows pointed to them, with numbers attached.

‘Do you see anything odd?’ Petersen asked.

Findhorn scanned the picture. ‘Not really.’ He pointed to an iceberg off the Davy Sound, just on the boundary between Greenlandic and international waters. ‘Except maybe A-02 here. It’s pretty big.’

‘Unusually so, for the east coast. The big tabular bergs are usually found on the west of Greenland. They break off from the Petterman or the Quarayaq or the Jungersen glaciers, and drift down through Baffin Bay to the Newfoundland Bank.’

‘So where is this one headed?’

‘It’s been caught up in the East Greenland Current. It may round Cape Farewell and join its western cousins or it may break out into the North Atlantic. But size and drift aren’t the issue, Doctor Findhorn. Take a closer look.’

There was a little dust on the transparency, overlying the big iceberg, and Findhorn puffed at it. The dust didn’t blow away. He brushed it lightly with his finger but again it stayed put. He frowned.

‘Try the microscope,’ Petersen suggested politely.

Findhorn swivelled the microscope over the big transparency. He fiddled with the knurled knob, brought the photograph into focus.

The iceberg filled the field of view. A pattern of ripples marked its line of drift through the surrounding ocean. It was surrounded by a flotilla of lesser floes, like an aircraft carrier surrounded by yachts.

Findhorn swivelled the front lens holder. He frowned some more, puzzled.

The specks of dust had resolved themselves into rectangles, man-made structures like huts. Other, smaller shapes were scattered around.

He turned the microscope to its highest setting and increased the intensity of the light shining up through the translucent glass. And then he looked up from the microscope, astonished. ‘But this is crazy.’

Olaf agreed. ‘Icebergs melt. Split. Capsize. No sane individual sets foot on an iceberg.’

‘But…’

‘But a large camp has been set up on this one.’ Olaf, leaning over the light table, tapped the photograph with a stubby finger. ‘Yes, Doctor Findhorn, this is crazy. These small irregular shapes you see. They’re men. On an iceberg which could overturn at any time.’

Findhorn stood up from the microscope. The light from the table, thrown upwards, gave Petersen a slightly sinister look, like a mad scientist in an old horror movie. A vague feeling of uneasiness was coming over him. ‘What exactly does Norsk want from me?’

Petersen gave a good imitation of a smile. ‘First, we’d like you to fly out to the northernmost rig in our Field Centre.’

‘Norsk Flesland?’

‘The same. Then, from there, we’d like to fly you out to the
Norsk Explorer,
our icebreaker, which is currently about three hundred kilometres north of the rig, just on the limit of the helicopter’s range. The
Explorer
will take you to A-02, which is further north again. We want you to climb that berg.’

And now it was happening again, the old, lurching sensation in the stomach. ‘Why? And why me in particular?’

Petersen was still smiling, but he had calculating eyes. ‘Perhaps I will have that coffee after all.’

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Originally published in Great Britain by HEADLINE BOOK PUBLISHING

Extracts from the
Marine Observer
reprinted by permission of the Meteorological Office

THE LURE

Copyright © 2002 by Bill Napier.

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