27th October 1915

The end finally came at 5pm; she couldn't be saved. Her adventure was ending, while ours was just beginning. No man-made ship could've withstood the pressure. I had to get all hands onto to the floe. While the nearby ice was cracking, we shifted the most important and essential stuff onto another, more stable floe. We all shared two emotions: fright and anxiety. However, we must continue, though our lives seemed ill-fated. Why world? I would rather be fighting in the war than this nonsense.

28th October 1915

She could've looked resplendent, if not for the sub-zero conditions. Trapped in a plain of permafrost, with frosty protrusions keeping her in the barren field of ice, like a lion catching it's prey. She was nearly part of it. I prayed we wouldn't join her.

The frost chomped through the clothing - right to the innermost part of our bones - as if they were invisible. Shelter was a privilege we had little of; this was a problem due to the conditions. We sent out some crew members to scour for a new camp. A while later, a camp was made about a mile and a half from the annihilated and severed carcass.

"How long will we be here?" they groaned for hours on end. A semi-circle was formed using tents with ice surrounding the area.

29th October 1915

We all gazed at her from the camp as she sank down. Lost forever into the icy depths of the ocean. A feeling of foreboding sat in my woebegone body. Twenty-seven lives were my responsibility, to me and to their families, and I had to keep them alive; I had to get around this new problem. But nobody knows she's lost. Or that we're trapped. Or that we're alone.

"Will it really end here?" I said into the cloudless and empty sky.