[ WP ] Global warming has taken its toll . Write the story of the last glacier .

The crowd of tourists gathered on the starboard side of The Intrepid, one of several ships floating just off the coast of Iceland, chatting away and snapping selfies with their friends and family they had managed to bring along to this once-in-a-lifetime event. 
 
 The Intrepid, the only non-scientific ship in the loose collection, vastly outsized every other ship in the waters nearby. Several large countries had sent scientific vessels to this location in order to photograph, scan and analyse the last large, natural iceberg in Earth ’ s oceans. What had once been a relatively small 17 meter block of sharp, cracked, frozen water had, over the last few weeks, broken off of inland Greenland, rolling downhill, being smashed into smaller and smaller pieces before falling into the ocean and floating north. The chunk of ice they had been following all this time was by far the largest, the previous ones that had once been part of the initial ice-fall and had made it to the ocean had melted within a day. It had gotten surprisingly far before today. During those few weeks, it had turned and rolled and melted away into the diffuse smattering of clear black ice that now remained, with a single shard protruding out the top at an awkward 30 degree angle. 
 
 The crowds of people from each ship murmured amongst themselves, sparing the occasional glance at the rapidly shrinking iceberg as it dipped up and down with the gentle waves. A wave of sad quietness rolled over the crowds as they noticed the icy protrusion had melted down and was unable to support itself, collapsing into the water. An unmoving black shine was all that remained, glinting the sun back at the watchers as they snapped their final photographs before heading to the warm interiors. 
 
 The captain of the Intrepid, after one of his crew had told him that it was gone, decided that enough was enough. It was only some ice, right? He set course back to land. 
 
 The boat turned in the water and began moving away. A young girl on the deck looked back as those that yet remained outside began their return to the ships interior. She tugged at her mothers hand, who turned to her. The young girl had a frown across her face, awkwardly standing on the tips of her toes to try and spot the tiny sprinkling of ice that still remained. Concerned, her mother asked, `` Yes, hon?'' 
 
 She looked up at her mother, unable to spot the ice, and asked the most important question thus far in her short life, `` Mommy, now that the ice is gone, how will you get my drink cold again?'' 
 
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 So not technically a *glacier* but I thought I'd write it anyway. Hope you do n't mind!
