Night..the first icebergs glow beneath the celistal sphere of the north Arctos shines,encircled by the Aurora Borealis. The muffled engine roars of the fleet disrupt the eerie silence Unbalancing what was never meant to be disturbed… Operation “Pytheas” was entering its primary phase Maps and schemes were laid out on the plotting table Every little detail has been taken care of Till they cross the pa**age beyond the Kingdom of Ice Boreas, God of the Norse Winds, has summoned a violent squall In the eye of the storm, the crew is struggling with the titanic waves the tempest deepns while thunderbolts glace on the horizon’s’ end Powerful streams carry the vessels towards the icy shores As if an invisible hand is impeding their quest…