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She's fared well, considering
she's been eight months cold.

She's banked with coal,

the stokers are giving her
kisses with the oil can.

I can build her up in a day,

once receive good news
from a lead party.

My crown's on Le Vesconte.

West is surely the first place
ice will open.

You'll lose. Graham crosses to land

and covers twice the distance.

I'm with the Captain on that one, sir.

Then you're both on.

I had an aunt in Brighton.

Used to go and see her on holidays,

from London Bridge Station.
I have almost certainly been

pulled back and forth
by that very engine.

Look at her now. From footnote
to lead paragraph.

I might poach that
for my journal this evening.

It would be an honor, sir.

And as we're in a wagering spirit,

shall we put odds on Francis
favoring us with his presence?

I hope he does.
Perhaps it'll give him a lift,

seeing the parties off.

Here comes the lending library.

Just in time.

Will this be another Jonathan Swift,

or are you sending me back to Herodotus?

Sadly, there is no more Herodotus.

No, this is a comedy.
I thought you could do with

a bit of a laugh on your 50 miles.

Scour the ice,

with providence
as your sure-footed guide,

and return safely with news
that our long winter sojourn

will soon lie behind us.

And we can finally raise our sails again

and force this passage.

Graham.

I appreciate you taking the cylinders.

It will be an honor, sir.

To lay our first footprints
upon King William Land

and deliver your words.

Be sure to come back with a story.

Joyfully, sir.

I only wish I could join in the outing.

- Francis!
- Sir.

Is there anything you'd like to say?

Travel well.

Right. Good luck, men.

Company, three cheers!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

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Dr. MacDonald's been kind enough

to lend me his journals

from his time on Cumberland Sound.

It was they who brought back
the Esquimaux,

back to Aberdeen.

Imagine.

I don't recall his name,
but he was of the Inuk tribe.

Lt. Gore, do you recall
that Inuk man's name?

I do not, Mr. Goodsir.

It was long and... terribly Esquimaux.

Please let me take my part, Lieutenant.

You said to watch for
three days and I've done it.

Now let me relieve
someone who's earned it.

Whoa! Whoa.

Hartnell, let him spell you.

There's nothing more natural
than pulling weight,

Dr. Goodsir. Watch Morfin here in front,

and me with the corner of your eye.

Match our strides. You'll take to it.

I know you will.

Heave!

Oh.

Sorry.

Sir John. I would have come to you.

No, not at all. The stroll did me good.

Shall we sit?

I've come to repair our bonds, Francis.

I'd like us to be friends again.

You never lost my friendship.

Well, that may be true,

but I've certainly lost your company.

And I'm not the only one to notice

you've succeeded in avoiding
Erebus most of the winter.

I'm... I'm a Captain.

I'm peevish off my own ship.

I leave it and...

...hear disaster knocking at its door

before I'm ten steps away.

Would it help if I said that
I made a mistake?

You misunderstand me, Sir John.

I only meant to describe
why I brood, not that I judge.

Yes, but summer is coming, Francis.

I mean, surely you can slip
your brooding now.

Summer is here in name only, Sir John.

Temperatures barely come up to zero.

The sundogs remain.

- These are the signs here.
- Yes, signs of a cold May.

Signs that nature does not give
a damn about our plans.

Is Nature's Author
nowhere in your tally?

What a disappointment
that must be to you.

It's simply that we're two men
on two very different ships.

And here I've come,
to make peace on yours.

Will you not on mine?

I will always come to you.

I serve at your command.

Very well.

Oh, your seat of ease, Francis.
There's a draft.

It's the shore. It must be.

Look what it does to the ice.

An unstoppable force
meets an immovable mass.

It's beautiful.

We continue on foot.

You deserve a prize for your
orienteering, Mr. Des Voeux.

I can see the cairn.
It can't be half a mile.

Looks as if the Eskis
have left it alone.

17 years. Maybe it spooks them.

It's hard to imagine
anyone coming here. Ever.

This place make you uneasy, Doctor?

You call me doctor, but
technically I'm just a surgeon.

- Anatomist, in fact.
- That's a doctor in my book.

Thank you.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Right.

I pray it's English tea merchants

coming from Canton who
look upon that message next.

See something, Goodsir?

No, sir.

Sgt. Bryant, accompany me
to the second cairn.

We can walk the ice,
scout for open water.

Mr. Des Voeux,

return with the boys
to the sledge and make camp.

Get some rest if we've not returned.

Godspeed, sir.

Come on.

Lt. Gore!

- Is someone there?
- Sh.

Answer me.

Lt. Irving.

Mr. Gibson.

What are you doing down here?

I'd come down for coal
earlier this morning

and heard one of the ship's
cats crying back here somewhere.

Is someone with you?

Mr. Hickey was kind enough
to accompany me

in trying to find it. He's been
looking all over behind here.

- The captain.
- Got caught up...

His seat of ease has a draft.

Have Mr. Hickey see to it.

I'm here, Lieutenant. Sir?

- He's running to inform.
- No, I don't think he will.

Cornelius, we'll be lashed.

If Lt. Irving goes to inform command,

then he'd have to tell them
what it is he saw.

Which means he's gonna have to
open his imagination...

...to what he didn't.

I've seen him at Sir John's
Sunday service.

I've watched him pray.

That's a man afraid of chaos.

He's not going to invite more
if he can help it.

We can't be sure of it.

No.

But there are worse things
than being lashed.

Looking forward
to getting a stove going?

Wait on. Look.

What could have done that?

There must be a bear.

A bear did that?

We'll be able to tell by the tracks.

There may be more than one.

Sh... Shall we all go?

I just don't understand
why he resists us, James.

He's a disappointed man.

You should not have to bear
his grievances.

Perhaps it is I who's unable

to truly bring him into
the bosom of my confidence.

I want to. I always plan to.

But then, when I'm with him,
I don't know why I falter.

You have done everything for the man.

- Have I?
- Sir,

he was no-one's first choice
for this expedition.

Mm, nor was I.

How any man achieves his post
on an expedition

is less important than how he spends it.

And...

...well, that he measures up.

I will not have Francis's
melancholy touch you.

I'll not have it. Do you hear me?

Yes!

Sorry to interrupt, sirs.

What is it, Mr. Bridgens?

The first lead party's
just returned, sir.

What news, Lieutenant? Stay seated.

We traveled as far as
11 miles east, sir.

We discerned no signs
of the ice yielding.

And the men, how did they fare?

Some of them are with Dr. Stanley now.

We also had an issue
with our provisions.

- What issue?
- Some were rotted.

Inedibly so.

Ask Mr. Wall to prepare

an early supper for the
Lieutenant and his men.

Gather your strength
before returning to your ship.

I am... sorry to disappoint you, sir.

Oh, not at all.

We suspected east was not
our brightest star to follow.

Nevertheless, you and the men
have done a great service.

Well done.

Go on! Go on!

Here!

The western team
must be nearly home now.

Good thing. It looks like a sour sky.

Funny to think of this place
as home, isn't it?

Well, here she comes now.

I thought Mohawks had carted you off.

Oh, no, much worse.

He proposed. Again.

You declined, of course?

Not firmly enough, in my opinion.

In gratitude to you both for my care,

must I surrender my privacy?

Sophia, your safety in this world

is what we would keep you
from surrendering.

This matter with Francis won't end

until you are firm, my dear.

He's an explorer,

and you must know by now that
explorers are made of hope.

They breathe hope.

I can't very well ask
him to stop breathing, Uncle.

No.

But you really must repel
his curiosities now.

I know you won't find it as
much fun as encouraging them,

but you're not a child.

He's suitable for a good many women.

Mm.

I've no doubt.

But... just... under
a different banner than ours.

You weren't sleeping either?

If only sleep were as simple
as closing your eyes.

I was thinking about Tad.

The first of Parry's
boat-haung reindeer.

Tad!

What made you think of that poor sod?

We brought those deer

a thousand miles north from Norway.

Only to slaughter them on the ice.

That was the ice that made me
want to be a master.

The way it kept moving us back.

Mm. It was rough ice.

The deer couldn't haul on it.

We knew that in a day.

But we kept them anyway.

Ferrying deer
from ice floe to ice floe...

...by boat, thinking
we could use them by and by.

Rowing reindeer in our sleigh boats!

Like proper little ladies...

...in ostrich carts.

They were so confused.

Is that us... now?

Confused, out of our depth?

We've seen worse than this, you and me.

And I know you saw much worse
south, with Sir James.

I've heard other versions than yours.

I know them to be reliable.

- This is different.
- Aye.

You trusted Ross and you trusted Parry.

Either you're a clairvoyant

or I'm not doing half the job
I think I am

concealing my thoughts.

No, it's just that I know you.

What will it do to us, the ice?

If no leads get found

and we have to spend
another winter here.

Without a thaw
to clear last winter's ice,

it will start to back up
and then pile up high.

Like one whole country

being squeezed into
the borders of another.

It'll push the boats up.

Aye, I've seen boats forced
20, 30 feet in the jam.

Can we survive that amount of pressure?

If it drives us up, yeah, we'll ride it.

It could also drive us under.

Snap our beams
and crush us at the waist.

Let's pray for the former, then.

I'll put the third tent up.

We'll all appreciate the extra room

if we're in for foul weather.

I was only just thinking
that's what this camp needed:

more ice.

Time to get inside, boys!

We're just ahead of it.

Are you repairing the boat?

Get inside! Now!

The boat, sir. We found it like that.

Blast it.

That bear was tracking us.

We heard it a mile back, up in
the ice and a mile before that.

I fired in its direction
to drive it off,

but it must not in its life

have smelled anything like
an Englishman.

What do we do?

Shoot it in the head.
Carve it up for supper.

And if it's not alone?

Everyone a rifle.

It's just up there.

Mr. Goodsir! Come quickly!

He took it in the chest, sir.

That's a girl.

Who is she looking for?

I'll get the lieutenant.

I'll caulk you next.

Neptune, sir. He relieved himself

before I could alert Mr. Jopson.

There was no warning, I'm afraid.

- And yet you take up the duty.
- My apologies, sir.

I know better to mind my own tasks.

Not at all. I meant it

as a statement of gratitude, Mr. Hickey.

You're most welcome, Captain.

- You're a Limerick man?
- Thereabouts, sir.

But that's not
what comes out of your mouth.

If I hadn't read the ship's roster,

I'd never have known you were Irish.

I've lived as many years

in Liverpool and Manchester as there.

I barely remember anything but England.

It must have made it easier for you.

Yeah.

I learnt early:

those who are quickest
to tally your value

often do it on your spots alone.

You should know that Discovery Service

is not unlike the world in that regard.

If not worse.

You've done extraordinarily well.

Captain of a great ship.

Gives the rest of us Micks hope.

Would you take a drink, Mr. Hickey?

I wouldn't put the Captain out.

- What day of the week is it?
- It's a Wednesday, sir.

Ourselves, then.

It's fitting.

The second lead party
returned last night.

No leads west.

Forgive me for saying, sir,

but I have my doubts
we'll see leads this year.

Perhaps I would have done better

to have played your game, Mr. Hickey,

and gulled the world.

I applaud you.

Come!

Yes, John.

I'm...

I'm sorry, sir,
the last lead party, sir,

it's been sighted.

Gangway! Officer coming through!

Mind your backs. Mind your backs, boys.

Officer coming through. Gangway.

Mind your backs.

Where's Graham?

Dr. Stanley.

Commander Fitzjames,
I will not touch this man.

You needn't. This man's been
in my care for two days.

Mr. Goodsir...

The ball needs to be removed
so the hole can be closed,

otherwise it will keep
collapsing his lung,

which I suspect is leaning
on the man's heart.

What is Sir John's wish here?

We may be able to spare him.

May I have your leave to try?

He had nothing to do with
what happened to Lt. Gore, sir.

This man's her father.

Sir, can you tell her
this will be painful for him

but I'll be as quick as I can be?

Ssh.

It's in too deep in the tissue.

Can't you cut it out?

Every breath he takes
is making it worse.

Who knows how badly we jostled
him getting him to the ship?

What is she saying?

She's begging him
not to ask this of her.

Ask what of her?

- Stretcher! Bring a stretcher!
- Francis, what's happening?

She says he must
die on the ice, not here.

Commander Fitzjames,

you'll escort this woman off Erebus.

Please see to it that the sick
bay is restored, Dr. Stanley.

- Certainly, sir.
- Sir, with your permission,

I'd like to take the woman
aboard Terror.

You're staying here, Francis,
until we've heard from

every one of Graham's team
about what happened out there.

Mr. Goodsir, come with us, please.

We found only one set of prints.

Large.

20 inches across.

How long did you search for Lt. Gore...

...before you decided to leave him?

We searched for a half mile
in each direction, sir.

Then how can you be certain
he was killed?

The amount of blood, sir, on the ice.

No man could have survived
losing so much.

You say this with complete
authority on the subject?

I do, sir.

Whether it was our grief
or fatigue, I cannot say,

but some of us, Hartnell
and Morfin specifically,

became convinced that the bear
continued to track us

here, back to the ships.

Based on what evidence... Mr. Goodsir?

We could not be more distressed
by what happened, sir.

Lt. Gore was one of the very best men...

Leads, Doctor. Did you find any leads?

The ice showed no sign of
a thaw, Captains.

On the contrary, the wrack of ice

built up around the shore
of King William Land

was thicker than Lt. Gore expected.

You're now an expert on the ice
too, Mr. Goodsir?

Thank you. That will be all.

There's one more thing, Captains.

- Yes?
- The Esquimaux man.

What about him?

He had signs of a...

...surgical procedure in his past.

What sort of procedure?

He had no tongue.

It was removed some time ago, I believe,

with some sharp edge.

These people are not our concern.

We have one of our own men to mourn.

- You may go.
- Sir.

- What have you learnt?
- She's in good condition.

And she has been eating.
Fairly well, in fact.

That could mean her people
have found game in the area.

- Has she conversed with you?
- No.

Hm?

She said that if we don't leave now...

...we're going to huk-kah-hoi.

- Disappear.
- Mm.

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