I am the tip of the iceberg. 10% there. 90% submerged just waiting for a rogue ship to wreck. I'm cold. Like ice. And what you can't see below the lapping of waves is more ice. Large and impenetrable. Our chance encounter enough to break you to pieces. You'll only hurt yourself trying to get to know me. Your expectations left sore. Your mind left reeling. They must have warned you these waters are cold and choppy and dark.