{"product_id":"2940012407283","title":"Beneath the Arctic Ice","description":"Contains:\u003cbr\u003eSeed of the Arctic Ice and Under Arctic Ice by HG Winter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKiller whales and seal-creatures tangle Ken Torrance in an amazing adventure under the ice-roofed arctic sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt\u003cbr\u003eSleepily the lookout stared at the scope-screen before him, wishing for something that would break the monotony of the scene it pictured: the schools of ghostly fish fleeting by, the occasional shafts of pale sunlight filtering down through breaks in the ice-floes above, the long snaky ropes of underwater growth. None of this was conducive to wakefulness; nor did the half-speed drone of the electric engines aft and the snores of some distant sleeper help him. The four other men on duty in the submarine--the helmsman; the second mate, whose watch it was; the quartermaster and the second engineer--might not have been present, so motionless and silent were they.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lookout man stifled another yawn and glanced at a clock to see how much more time remained of his trick. Then suddenly something on the screen brought him to alert attention. He blinked at it; stared hard--and thrilled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFar ahead, caught for an instant by the submarine Narwhal's light-beams, a number of sleek bodies moved through the foggy murk, with a flash of white bellies and an easy graceful thrust of flukes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe watcher's hands cupped his mouth; he turned and sang out:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"K-i-i-ll-ers! I see killers!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cry rang in every corner, and immediately there was a feverish response. Rubbing their eyes, men appeared as if from nowhere and jumped to posts; with a clang, the telegraph under the second mate's hand went over to full speed; Captain Streight rolled heavily out of his bunk, flipped his feet mechanically into sea-boots and came stamping forward. First Torpooner Kenneth Torrance, as he sat up and stretched, heard the usual crisp question:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Where away?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Five points off sta'b'd bow, sir; quarter-mile away; swimming slow.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"How large a school?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Couldn't say, sir. Looks around a dozen.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Whew!\" whistled Ken Torrance. \"That's a strike!\" He pulled on a sweater and strode forward to the scope-screen to see for himself, even as Captain Streight, all at once testy with eagerness, bawled:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sta'b'd five! Torpoon ready, Mister Torrance! Mister Torr--oh, here you are. Take a look.\"","brand":"eStar Books LLC","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47073396424944,"sku":"2940012407283","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012407283_p0.jpg?v=1763568278","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012407283","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}