Trying to wrestle his coat off, he hangs suspended, staring out into the shimmering debris that clasps around the ship’s hull, and feels a horrible, inescapable sense of the largeness of it all. Something infinite and vast and deadly. The ocean stretches from here to Spitzbergen, from Franz Josef Land to Alaska, and he’s a tiny speck in the emptiness, frozen, human, afraid. The perspective is ghastly.
