January 7th:
The worst had happened, and just as Sean had said, we were really stuck!
On the third day of the voyage, there was more and more ice in front of them, more and more dense, and many times they had to step aside carefully when encountering large ice floes, moving at the speed of a turtle, if it had been like this all along, it might not have been as efficient as taking a detour.
But today, that kind of turtle has become a luxury. Because after one night, we don’t know when, but the surface of the sea where our ship is located has been frozen. From front to back, we can see a vast expanse of ice, and the ship is trapped in place.
I have asked the crew to try many ways to get out of the predicament, including cutting ice or blasting, but none of them have worked. It is obvious that man-made methods are no longer able to get the ship off the frozen ice.
