I feel terrible for
keeping you waiting this long for part three. However, I finally got
it done. Enjoy!
August 1916—South Georgia Island
I am writing with a smile on my face
for the first time in a long time. Finally, I am safe. Finally, we
are safe! Yes, despite all odds against us, we have survived more
struggles than the average person would in three lifetimes. I also am
writing with a smile because I know that very soon I will stand in my
own home holding my wife and watching my children play. I am so very
eager to see how they have grown the last two years in my extended
absence. I do pray that they have fared well.
Now, I know that I have not written
in a very long time. Part of this was due to the busyness of daily
survival but the other reason was due to a nasty case of frostbite in
my fingertips that needed to heal before I could properly use my
fingers again. Although I would prefer not to relive this experience,
I shall record it for future generations to learn of all that we
endured on this fateful trip to the south.
My last entry left us stranded on
Elephant Island with Captain Shackleton having just devised a plan of
escape. As you can see by comparing the two dates of these entries,
escape was a long time in coming. We landed on Elephant Island in
April and I write now in August.
When we gathered around the Captain
to hear his plan, I was shocked at what he said. Then again, I
suppose that I knew it would have to be a drastic action. I just did
not fully comprehend what that would mean. He revealed to us that the
only way for survival is for him and five other men to climb aboard a
twenty-two foot vessel and cross the treacherous Drake Passage—a
distance of 870 iceberg and hurricane wind-filled miles! Now, can you
imagine my surprise when he called my name among the five who would
make this journey with him? I was shocked, and a bit afraid. But I
knew that I must go if the Captain felt I would be of service to him.
Despite my fear, I was indeed honored.
Just days later, we bid very
emotional good-byes to those remaining on the island and set off. It
was as though a cloud of fear hung over us. No one spoke. The fate of
all remaining had been placed in our hands. We all knew the odds were
against us surviving this two-week long journey, especially
considering that the vessel we traveled in was hardly fit for this
travel. The treacherous Drake Passage is infamous for its
hurricane-like winds and cluttered with icebergs. Yes, the chances of
survival were slim, but it was everyone's only chance.
The six of us took turns steering,
rowing, bailing out the icy water, and scraping ice from our boat. On
top of it all, we attempted to get at least some sleep. This was
certainly the worst ride of my life. We all were soaked by the first
hour on the sea with no chance of drying before more water drenched
us. Conditions were horrible. Even by night we had to continue
onward. Sometimes the moon shone; sometimes it did not.
Finally, we rested our eyes upon the
rocky shores of South Georgia Island. Before we could go ashore,
however, we had to find a beach not filled with dangerous rocks. When
we did land, we had no time to rest or recover from the ocean's fury
though we were dehydrated and exhausted. Even Captain Shackleton
barely had enough energy to say more than “We've done it.” But
our task was yet to be completed. We had yet to find help for those
left on Elephant Island. The Captain chose me and one other to travel
with him on the last leg of our journey, leaving three behind with
the weather-beaten vessel. The three of us went on without taking
time even to relish in the feel of standing on real land in search of
the whaling station on the far side of the island.
We traveled up many a glacier in
attempts to cross, but more often than not had to retrace our steps
to find another way. Up and down, up and down, up and down. This was
far more than a marathon, this was a race to survive with our
screaming muscles and delirious state. Finally, when we were out of
food and nearly frozen, the Captain gave us a plan that seemed even
more impossible than what we had faced thus far. To avoid freezing to
death during the night, we tied ourselves together with rope and slid
down a glacier. The risk of hitting a boulder or flying off a ridge
was great. When we reached the bottom we couldn't believe that we
were alive and relatively unharmed. Shortly thereafter, we heard the
sound of a whaling station's wake-up call. Relieved but exhausted, we
stumbled toward it. For the three of us, the journey was over. We
were little more than alive—but we were alive. We were safe at
last!
But there were still the three men
that we left with the boat and the twenty-two men who remained on
Elephant Island that needed to be rescued. The Captain tried three
times to send a rescue boat to those men, but storms and impassable
waters sent them back. On the fourth try just days ago, the rescue
crew got through and found all twenty-two men . . . all alive! They
have returned only a day ago and have told their tale. It is a
miracle that they survived on the island for 128 days huddled under
the two lifeboats that we left there. It is only by God's grace.
Praise be to Him!
Though we did not come close to
meeting our original goal of crossing the continent of Antarctica,
our priorities quickly changed near the start of our mission. Our
goal became to survive. This goal we achieved. Every single original
member of this crew survived the journey of a lifetime and are
starting on our way home. Yet, it was only by a miracle!
Each of us crew members have agreed
that Captain Shackleton was that miracle. He is the greatest leader
that ever came on God's earth, bar none. Mostly, I am grateful that
God gave me the strength to remain faithful to the Captain to the end
of this journey. I will always praise him!
And now you can understand my
overwhelming joy and gratitude. I am safe, healthy, and soon on my
way to seeing my family again. I am indebted forever to the wonderful
Captain who is the only one who could have gotten us all our alive.
Also, I believe that through this entire ordeal, my faith in God has
been strengthened mightily. If He can bring twenty-eight men through
the worst conditions imagined, He can do anything and I will always
be full of gratitude to him. Praise be always given unto Him!
And that's the
conclusion! What did you think? I'd love to hear your thoughts! I
hope that you really enjoyed reading it—I had a lot of fun writing it. Would you like to read more short stories that I write? More
journal entries from different events similar to this? Thanks for giving me your
feedback and thanks for reading!
Awesome story! :) Make more!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you liked it! Will do... :) *changes computer screen to text document and gets started on one. lol
DeleteGreat writing, Bethany! As I said before, you definitely have a talent! Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Carla xxx ooo
Thank you!
DeleteI enjoyed these Antarctica journal entries SOO much!! Thank you for sharing them with us, Bethany. I would love to read more of this sort of thing. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you liked this series! It is so encouraging to hear your feedback. Thank you!
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