Journey to the Pole (Antartica, Book 1)
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The year is 1909. A motley crew of explorers and vagabonds sets sail for Antarctica aboard the Mystery.
The voyage south is long and hard, and tensions between the crew members are severe. Breaking new ground, they set out to conquer the great South Pole. But they do not make it all the way. Instead, they must retreat for their lives. And so begins a year-long trek back to civilization, with every day bringing new risk and new adventure.
hole, which made no sense because he was safe here, this is what the dogs did, and the dogs knew…. He dug his hands and his legs into the snow but he couldn’t feel them, he couldn’t feel anything, he was all mind and no body, and beside him right in his ear was a chuffing sound, a heavy breathing, and he forced his eyes open to see a thick mat of ice-covered fur. “Socrates?” The dog let go of Andrew’s collar and barked, a scolding, get-up-and-come-with-me bark, and Andrew tried to propel
“Riesman …” Lombardo mumbled, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. “Yes, Lombardo,” Dr. Riesman said. “I—I didn’t know you cared.” That idiot grin. That stupid sense of humor. “He’s back,” Andrew murmured. “Merry Christmas,” Jack said. “When was Christmas?” Rivera asked. Dr. Riesman drew a blanket over Lombardo. “You rest.” “Are you going to have to shoot me, Doc?” Lombardo asked. “Not today. Ask me again in the morning.” Lombardo’s eyes shut. He was out. Jack sat back against
a seal and croaked quietly, “Barth! Barth! Barth!” “Just get on with it!” Philip pleaded. The three kicked snow over the weapons, enough to hide them from sight. Just as Flummerfelt had said. They’d brought some of the weapons out earlier and hidden them from sight. Now they were stashing them closer to the ship for quick retrieval when the mutiny began. “What about the rest?” Philip asked. “Stumblefelt is bringin’ ’em up,” Nigel said. “If ’e can find ’em.” “Fine,” Philip said. “Let’s do
’em, I told you!” Nigel shouted. Kennedy was the first to laugh, a sudden explosive guffaw. Mansfield’s shoulders began to quiver, and soon he, too, was laughing. Then Windham and Dr. Montfort. Captain Barth strode toward the mutineers, his fists clenched. “What the hell is this, your idea of a joke?” “Stay back, I’m warning you!” Philip shrieked. He held out a pistol that vibrated along with his hand. Flummerfelt raised his rifle to the sky. The sharp crack of the shot stopped Barth in his
seat. “I propose a toast—to—Mother’s memory.” “Hear, hear!” Jack and Colin chimed in. Andrew downed his water, then with a smile excused himself to the washroom. For a long while he stood, looking at his ashen face in the mirror, catching his breath, counting his breaths, wiping his mind clean. Completely clean. The past is out of your control. What you can’t control can control you if you let it. Better to bury it and move on. He slapped himself once, twice, until he saw some color in his