It sat on the iceberg, staring at the boat full of tourists that slowly moved past it. From a fair distance it could easily be mistaken for an orca devouring a polar bear - it was certainly bloodied enough to look like the aftermath of such a brutal death.
Only when the boat was a few metres away they saw how the dead polar bear was more of an angler fishes' lure- a smaller part of something much bigger that was precariously draped over the iceberg rather than sat atop. Its flesh was a perfect snow white that seemed to blur where it met the sky while one of its limbs had the dark markings of an adult orca - perhaps their preferred prey?
Regardless of what it was and was not supposed to eat, it was still staring at them. It tilted its head this way and that, trying to gauge what they were and what they were in. Both parties were so entranced by each other than the tourists didn't notice a shadow slip away from behind the creature and glide towards them.
They barely noticed that their boat was slowing down so when it came to a complete halt they simply kept on staring and hesitantly taking pictures. It was hard to estimate how big the faux bear part of the creature was but it turned out to be big enough to clamp down on either side of the boat and drag it down into the deathly cold ocean.
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