Well That's... New.

Sparrow hadn't really frequented the North, but she was PRETTY SURE no one had ever mentioned a giant ice bridge to her. Though, if they had decided not to for safety's sake, she couldn't blame them. She sheer gusts of wind made it difficult for her to move and each step came with abundant effort. She was crouched into herself both for warmth and better traction. Her companions had tapped out a while ago and turned back in favor of the promise of warmer weather. Not Sparrow, though. She was the King of the Pirates and God be damned if she wasn't going to traverse this blue bitch and figure out all its secrets...

If she didn't freeze to death first.

Maybe...

Maybe she should turn back.