Full steam and compass reading dead north... As He ploughs his way through the thick ice, his bow crushes the surface of the white desert. Astern lays a wet path, ahead solid as a rock... Engines revving @ 380 R.P.M roaring at the elements, fearless, he makes headway into the unknown...... Days get shorter, nights get colder, the silence of death accompanies him on his way, failure is no option. The motion is slow, as his bow climbs, he slows, his screws cavitate, finally the massive weight pulls it under, thrashing the surface. A black cloud of burned diesel fumes escorts him, no way to escape it... As the ice gets thicker, the motion gets slower. 90 tons of diesel should be sufficient... We're not far, this time tomorrow we will reach her, a 60,000 dwt called "Northern Lights" we will take her out of this desert, she longs for the cold water of the northern Atlantic, she is ready and awaits us... "IceBreaker" in this desert is an Ace, he knows it like