27th October 1915

The end came today; she had no chance. No ship built by human hand could have survived. I commanded all hands onto the floe. As cracks snaked beneath us, we made a unanimous decision to sledge our most important items to a more stable floe. The faces around me looked scared; terrified that we had to continue.

28th October 1915

We watched on in despair as the malevolent ice hooked her frozen carcass down beneath the surface of the grey, sub-zero water that had carried us so far. Our bodies tensed as the wind blew through our layers of clothes like they weren't even there. Two emotions mixed inside me: terror and apprehension. However, we needed shelter. I sent a small party out to search for a better place to camp on the desolate wasteland.

A few hours later, Ocean Camp has now been erected about a mile from the few pieces of wood left. We are a little warmer, but not much. it is going to be a long night.

29th October 1915

It was finally over; she was gone. Eternal shattered into pieces and sank down, disappearing within a minute. I keep hearing the grumbles: "When will we get home?" "We're stuck here when we could be fighting for our country!" It pains my heart to know they are right.

30th October 1915

I am in control over these 27 lives. I cannot fail. I owe this to them, to their friends and families, to keep them safe. We have to survive until someone comes looking. But that might be never...

31st October 1915

A snowstorm is approaching. The whole crew can see the clouds condensing. From what I know about cumulonibus clouds, it is going to be a big one. The camp is being fortified as I write, because we know our current camp has no chance against winds stronger than 100mph. When they are done, I am ordering a lockdown to attempt to keep everyone safe. But will it be enough?