Descriptive Essay On Ice

North of Alaska, ripples scattered over the water as the small 'u' shaped trawler glided through the shivering water. As Summer swept through, the mountains with the remains of snow enclosed the lake, distant from the open sea. A small gulley was the only way to access the unknown feverish water. A thin layer of ice sat clumsily on the cool liquid. As the humble boat pierced through the slender layer of ice, it parted with ease leaving a slushy mix on the surface. Calmly, the middle aged man walked to the bow lowering the now ancient anchor. As ancient as the anchor so was the boat. White paint peeled from the side and hull, the raw timber now exposed. As the man walked across the decaying boards they screamed in protest. The man, Tim Kolveski,
The small electric motor built in to the reel whirred as it dragged whatever it was towards the surface. The water parted exasperatedly as the thing became to emerge. It was no fish. Tim saw the box gleaming persistently against the glazing sun peering out from the thick blankets of clouds. The box was as long as a coffin and shaped like an egg. It had a pure silver hue on the sides that wrapped around to the back exaggerating the subtle curve that made it seem thinner than it really was. At the bottom of the box scorch marks scarred it leaving a rainbow stain. A circular dent also sat rigidly at the side. In the middle however a clear pane of what seemed to be glass held something. Tim, eyes open stared horridly as the grotesque creature laid limp on the side of the black material that lined the inside. Tim fixed to the ground, trembled uncontrollably at the Small manifest thing. It was no bigger than a baby and it had grey skin, almost translucent as the skin stretched over the vein scattered body. It's skin was wrinkled and rolls of skin lulled on the edge of his head. Tim knew what it was a creature, it couldn't be from here it was not creature like, it was a