Novel & Cerita Ice Age: Continental Drift Shira And Diego

Vanessa’s touch , a grizzled pilot named Diego, agreed to take us throughout the Drake Passage and onto the icy continent. The flight turned into tense, the roar of the small aircraft’s engines drowning out any conversation. As we approached the ice- included expanse of Antarctica, the stark splendor of the panorama turned into nearly sufficient to make me neglect about why we had been there. Diego landed the aircraft on a makeshift runway close to the threshold of the ice shelf, his voice gruff as he spoke over the radio. “This is as near as I can get you. The station is ready ten miles east. You’ll have to relax on the adventure on foot.”

The Siberian night split apart. The earth’s crust beneath the ice finally gave way. Far below, in a trench ten thousand meters deep, something ancient shifted in its sleep. The frozen wasteland tore open, carved into dozens of chasms hundreds of meters wide. Seawater poured through the fractures, flooding toward the mantle below. Magma met water. Columns of white steam erupted skyward. That unnatural heartbeat echoed again and again, using the entire continent as a broken drum. Each pulse hammered against the land.