27th November 1915

The finale came for the Endurance; she was condemned. Her completed journey was terminated. No human hands could have built a ship that withstood the strain. I commanded my fellow friends to leave the defeated ship. They listened carefully and did as told. As we stumbled onto the ice, I knew we had to pursue our dreams of completing this. We heaved our supplies out of the ship. Terrified faces stared back at me, but we must continue. We will survive. I have hope.

28th November 1915

In the distance, I could see the Endurance look stunning, but trapped. My men are completely and utterly terrified. All of my men are shivering with frost. The bitter air stung my cheeks like a dangerous bee hive. We walked as fast as our backpacks could carry us. We trudged through the snow, whilst checking back on the other men behind us. We sat down panting heavily; we needed rest. Without further ado, we continued to set our camp. Before long, our camp had been set up. All done and dusted, but I felt petrified inside, which I didn’t show, Who knew? We might not even survive. I hoped with all my heart that we wouldn’t be perished with her.

29th November 1915

My heart sank lower than her. The Endurance was no longer with us. We all looked emotional. Just as more men started piling supplies into the tents, we heard a rumble. We all looked up. There, above us, was a huge, grumpy and grey sky.

“Oh no!” My fellow friend cried, feeling frightened, “What will we do, Master?”

Before I could reply, snow started to crash on the ground. It was a snowstorm. A huge, mighty snowstorm. Many men started rushing into the tents, trying to get under cover. I whirled around to see one of my best and favourite explorers on the ground. I hauled him up and into the tents. I looked around to see my men, most of them petrified, breathing heavily.

“Am I going to have to take care of them all?” I asked, not particularly speaking to anyone.

“Will we survive?” I whispered.