27th October 1915

It was bitter and cold; my hands were freezing. She was stuck in the ice that encased her torso. The endurance was beginning to be impaled by ice. I am scared and so is my crew.

But hopefully I can make it out of here. Luckily, there is still 27 of us.

28th October 1915

We need to make it out of there even if it takes a long time. "Is this my last breath? I thought aloud, My shoes are damp and beginning to freeze. We agreed to sail to the nearest Island to find help.

29th October 1915

As me and two other men rowed in the sub-zero temperatures not knowing what to feel because, if we die they will get no help and perish on that island but we trenched on.