27th October 1915

The twisted end had finally finished its race; she is doomed. The fierce snow had wrecked our hard work and our lives. The loud snow is coming towards our dry faces and drowning us in sorrow grief. The faces around me are looking scared and hopeless as we watch the shattered wood sink into the dark, cold to the touch, water. We are all: cold, tired, hungry and feeling heartless. All of this because, it is a snow coated palace with our remains of the brown wood invading its snow kingdom.

28th October 1915

She is ruined. Most of her is gone and she is sinking while the sea is laughing at her as she enters its dark, deep mouth. One of the boys has frostbite and is extremely ill.

We are trying to cope, we have just set up the camp with some of the remaining parts of the damp wood from the old beauty. The coldness is cutting through our clothes- right down to our toes-.

29th October 1915

I am mortified someone just perished because of the frostbite, I feel so worried. Everyone is tremendously tired and hating each other while astonished faces spread among everyone. Why does everyone think its my fault? What did I do so wrong? How to keep 26 men alive is impossible - I think we would all rather be in the war fighting for our country in this moment of time-. As I am watching the last beam of the ship sink I feel my heart beating so I whisper to myself " I didn't think it would end like this."