27th September 1915

The stop finally came at 9 PM; had been demolished. Nothing would survive the strain. I bellowed everything and everyone onto an ice sheet. As the cold ice was thundering we put our gear on a more stable iceberg. The people around me looked scared and confused, but we had to keep going.

28th September 1915

It was almost delightful, not for the chilly conditions. I could hear the ice. It was screeching. She was almost part of the ice. I hoped we wouldn’t join it.

The malicious cold bit our bones through our thick layers of clothing, A small party was sent to find a camp.

29th September 1915

I saw the remains of her sinking from camp. Disappeared. An abnormal feeling was floating in my stomach. I need to keep these me alive since I am the only one with the responsibility. Nobody knows we are here. We are doomed.

“Is this how we die?” I whispered.

30th September 1915

Me and 4 other men set off across the ocean back to the whale island we saw earlier, while the other 22 men retrieved food and set up camp. Water was slowly creeping into the boat.

Would we be lucky or not? All we can do is wait till we get to land.