Friday 25th October 1915

The boat was stuck. She was on the ground in pieces. Her journey was at the end. No ship ever made could have withstood the formidable strain she was under. I ordered the men to abandon ship and onto the ice flow.

Sunday 28th October 1915

It's freezing cold and she looks stunning. Men are worried, scared and freezing cold. I said to my men to find shelter for us. Some of my men built igloos. Are ship sank sadly, one man showes  us how to ice fish .

Monday 29th October 1915 

One of are men fell into the ice fishing hole. I can’t see him but I can hear him bouncing on the ice. I saw him and I noticed moinouless shadow under the ice. Is this a better death ...