He first headed in the direction of the coastline.
The former beach had long since disappeared, replaced by an "Ice Pressure Ridge" extending along the original coastline.
This was the massive energy of the storm surge, repeatedly ramming and stacking all the floating ice and broken ice in the bay onto the shore like a battering ram, forming a natural ice wall.
"This is our treasure trove for today."
He carefully walked at the foot of the ice wall, speaking to the camera, his voice slightly elevated with excitement.
Just then, a low, groaning sound, like a giant beast turning in its sleep, "creak—creak—" came from the depths of the ice layer beneath his feet.
He stopped immediately and listened closely.
He pointed at the ground beneath him: "Listen to that sound! Although the sea surface is frozen, the tidal power hasn't vanished; the seawater beneath the ice is still rising and falling rhythmically.
