23rd April 1915

It was the end; she was finished. Her “unending” trip finally came to an end. It was over. The ice-cold air blew in my face as I watched her sink and a feeling of hopelessness sat in the pit of my stomach. The wind started to get stronger and stronger. We started to sledge all of the most valuable and important items out of the ship and onto the ice.The faces around me showed me two things: horror and anger but we must continue..

24th April 1915

Although she was damaged beyond repair, she was still beautiful. Encased in ice, with frozen protrusions hooking her into the wasteland of pack ice, She was almost a part of it. I hoped we would not join her.

The freezing cold air bit through the layers of clothes -right down to the bones- as if they weren’t even there.

A few hours later, Ocean Camp was set up around a mile away from her.

25th April 1915

We all watched her last remains sink below the ice. Our hearts with her, she was gone.

I was in charge of everyone, recently one of the crew was starving that he ate another crew member that got a really bad frostbite and died. Now we are out of food and water.

“Is this how it really ends?” I whispered whilst looking up at the clouds.