'An old wooden ship, I'm certain. Its masts gone. Just the stumps, allcoated in ice. And the helmsman, frozen to the wheel. The ghost of a man and the ghost of a ship, all draped in white. And then it was gone . . .'
These were the last scribbled notes of a glaciologist found frozen to death on the shifting ice of the Weddell Sea - notes that became the fragile clues to a gruesome mystery, shrouded from the world by the ice and storms of Antarctica.
The enigmatic Scotsman, Iain Ward, was the one man with the nerve and the courage to pursue the truth behind the dead man's fateful words. Despite the questions they asked about his mysterious wealth, a man brave enough to purchase a rusting hulk called Isvik and set sail from Punta Arenas into the frozen unknown . . .
Could a ship remain locked in the ice for centuries? Or was there a darker, more sinister secret buried in Antarctica's frozen wastes . . .?
