Yes I am, why?

But the world is the same everywhere

He laid down on the ice and pressed his face against it approximately two weeks later, hoping that from somewhere far below the sound of waves beneath him would reach him. The entire ocean couldn’t be frozen, could it? He closed his eyes and waited. 

Waves. He sat in his usual hiding place with his knees hugged to his chest, looking across the fields of ice in which the starlight mirrored itself. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was the ocean, and he could pretend that the sound of waves hitting the boat he had come by was somewhere nearby. But the ocean was miles away. And there were no lakes nearby that he had access to anyway. The only source how water was either that of which he drank or the tears pushing to escape his eyes when the ice was just ice, and starlight was just starlight.  However pathetic it sounded.