The 28th of November, 1916.

We're condemned to fail. We're going to die of frostbite. I told all the crew to get the necessary supplies and dig out of the ship and the ice.

The 29th of November, 1916

We've been digging for almost a day and have yet to glimpse the brilliant sky. Will we ever see the light of day again? Is this the final chapter? Will we perish in this place? Will we ever be reunited with our loved ones? We didn't have any medicine for one of the crew members who had the illness, so he had to return to the ship.

The 30th of November, 1916

People had been losing hope for 50 hours since we began excavating, but suddenly a miracle occurred! Above us, a ray of light appeared! We were free, but we had another mission to complete: returning home.