Sasha and his horse floated along in peace and quiet. He directed the ice towards the right, slightly straying from the ship. He might as well step on the pedal and race against the ship. Taking a deep breath in, Sasha pushed the current forward until he was head to head with the bow of the ship. He wondered if the people on deck noticed him yet - it was rare to see a guy sitting on an iceberg with a horse. Blackie began neighing quietly as they accelerated. Putting a hand on his neck, Sasha tried his best to keep the surface as still as possible. It was difficult, but he managed to minimize its movements by controlling the water directly surrounding the ice instead of a larger area around it. Moments later, he could somewhat spot the bank of the mainland, several ships importing and exporting goods. He'd have to find shallow water to help Blackie off before melting the ice back into the ocean. Sasha looked at the crew on Rose's ship to see if they knew where they were going to dock.