Bartlett pulled down his hood and tried to bite back tears. He’d been shipwrecked twice before—both times on Newfoundland’s southern coast—but this time felt different. The Karluk had been their home for seven months. And just behind him, marooned on an ice floe in the Arctic Ocean, stood twenty-two men, one woman, two children, twenty-four dogs, six puppies, and a cat. Bartlett took a last look at the glassy surface where the Karluk had been. It was already beginning to freeze over at the edges.
