Libra 6. On a long voyage, many icebergs encountered.
It should have been a frightening experience, its dangers harrowing, but, luckily, the ship was a ghost ship.
And, since it had no schedule to maintain, it was free to stop at any and all icebergs that captured the travelers’ fancies, allowing them to disembark and sun themselves on the melting slopes, or bask in the deeps of night in moonlight, which was, in the open sea and on the bergs, at its most oceanically bluest.