Giant Iceberg Drifts Past Town, Then Villagers Spot This On Top

The Plea

Thomas explained quickly, voice low but urgent. “There’s an iceberg off our bay. It’s not natural. Barrels inside—chemicals, leaking. If it melts, we’re finished.” Silence followed. Then: “Repeat your last.” Greg shoved the journal against the mic. Pages rattled as Thomas read out key lines: dump site, toxins, contamination risk. The man sat slumped nearby, eyes closing, lips whispering thanks. The radio crackled again. “Copy. Hold position. We’re mobilizing.”