The sun hasn’t set here in months.
I’m sitting in absolute silence amidst a bright white plain of gritty ice crystals on a melting ice floe 14,000 feet above the sea floor. In the distance, I can see the ship that brought me here and the Russian with the Gun. She’s here to protect me from hungry polar bears – and she’s not smiling.
This is the North Pole – a place so far away in distance and experience, it’s hard to know what to expect. A terra incognita of fantasy and saga; home to the Narwhal, Polar Bear, and the odd elf and his boss. Until recently, virtually unknown.