Icebergs vary considerably in size and shape. Icebergs are considered a serious maritime hazard. Much of an iceberg is below the surface, which led to the expression " tip of the iceberg" to illustrate a small part of a larger unseen issue. The sinking of the Titanic in 1912 led to the formation of the International Ice Patrol in 1914. Smaller chunks of floating glacially-derived ice are called "growlers" or "bergy bits". An iceberg in the Arctic Ocean Icebergs in Greenland as filmed by NASA in 2015Īn iceberg is a piece of freshwater ice more than 15 m long that has broken off a glacier or an ice shelf and is floating freely in open (salt) water. His clothes are soaked in the snot, his face also covered.For other uses, see Iceberg (disambiguation). Aang and I both duck before Appa can sneeze, dodging the sticky green sludge. They're quite humourous, not as stuffy as my home.Īppa's nose begin's to twitch, the bison sucking in a deep breath. This boy sounds just like someone from the southern tribe. "What is that thing? " The boy asks, tightening his hold on the spear in his right hand. The bison stands, shaking himself off as he wakes up. The boy's jaw drops as Appa licks Aang through a yawn. Two Water Tribe kids - a boy and a girl - walk around the side of the crater, stopping when they see the three of us. Though, it's colder than it should be, for the North Pole.Īang ignores me, straining as he tries to wake Appa and force his mouth open. My clothes still keep me warm against the frigid weather. " I warn from my place beside him, my arms crossed, while I fail to hide a grin. "Aang, he's gonna be grumpy if you make him get up. Yawning again, I flip off of Appa's head. Appa, still sleepy, closes it immediately. He hangs from one of Appa's horns as he slides one of the sky bison's eyes open. He jumps onto Appa's face, smiling as he hugs the sky bison. "Appa, are you alright? " Looking up, I spot Aang sliding down the crater of ice. " I mumble, face buried in his thick coat of fluff. With a grin, I rush up the saddle and lay on Appa's head like a pentapus. "Who was that?! " A voice demands, cracking slightly.Ī grumble sounds from beneath me. Yawning, I stretch my arms over my head, bones popping. He flies high, easily reaching ten feet off the ground. Pushing myself to sit up on my elbows, I jump as I hear one of Aang's booming sneezes. My eyes shut as the iceberg seals with a crack.Ī strong gust of wind wakes me. Aang's avatar state begins to encase the three of us in ice. I gasp as his eyes and tattoos begin to glow, bubbles floating away. Using my foot to propel myself off the rim, my hand latches onto Aang's shoulder as he releases the reins. I swim as hard as I can, my lungs burning as I reach Appa's saddle. Twisting left and right, I see Aang and Appa drifting away from me. I get turned around in the water, the depths swirling in the storm.
"Aang ," I try again, "Aang, we need to- Aaaah !"Ī mammoth tidal wave had caught us, pulling us under the waves. I try to shield my face from the rain with my arm, I can't try to bend it. "Aang, we need to find somewhere to land, the storm is too strong.
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