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“It takes less than a minute for an exposed finger or thumb—or any fleshy appendage—to freeze solid,” continues Crozier, who knows that this is a load of horse cobblers. It takes much longer than that at a mere fifty below, but he hopes that Irving doesn’t know this. “After that, the exposed member will snap off like an icicle,” adds Crozier.
“So do you really think there’s any chance that our visitor might be… compromised… out here on deck, Mr. Irving?” Irving seems to be thinking about this before replying. It’s possible, Crozier realizes, that the third lieutenant has put far too much thought into this equation already.
They’d knighted Back after that, of course. It’s what England and the Admiralty did after you returned from a polar expedition that failed miserably, resulting in appalling loss of life; if you survived, they gave you a title and a parade.
They had killed the bear sow but left the mewling cub alive and dragged it back behind the sledge with them.
😥
Captain Crozier—I have to remember that he is Irish after all—flew into a rage the likes of which I have never seen.
Perhaps there is some microscopic animalcule of which Medicine and Science are not yet aware which invaded the tins during transit or even at Goldner’s victualling factory. Crozier frowned more deeply. Animalcule? Let’s avoid the fantastic here, Mr. McDonald.
“Aylmore lived in the United States for several years before returning home in 1844 and enlisting in the Discovery Service,” said Fitzjames. The stem of the pipe clattered slightly against his teeth. “He maintains that he read an absurd story five years ago, in 1842, describing a masqued ball just such as this with such coloured compartments,
Haha, knew it
John Irving felt himself blush from his blond hairline down to his chest. He lowered his gaze to the blubber he was still chewing. At that moment he would have laid fifty quid that Amooq was the Esquimaux language equivalent of “Big Tits.”
Sometime in the last few days or weeks, Cornelius Hickey realized, he had ceased being a king. He was now a god. In fact—he suspected, was not yet certain, but suspected strongly and was close to certain—Cornelius Hickey had become God.
When the storms ended—and Hickey now knew that He could command them to cease at any time if it pleased Him to do so—he would probably bring several of the men back from the dead so that they could finish hauling Magnus and Him to Terror Camp.
