Chapter SixteenJAN MAYEN LAND
JUNE 1914
Confronting a storm is like fighting God. All the powers in the universe seem to be against you and, in an extraordinary way, your irrelevance is at the same time both humbling and exalting
Franciose LeGrande
We buried Mitchell at the side of the fjord, scraping a shallow grave in the frozen ground and covering the body with stones to keep it safe from any prowling animals. Captain Milne gave a short service and the crew ducked their heads and sang a mournful hymn. Few spoke to each other, but most patted Torrie on the shoulder in unspoken sympathy. The young fireman was white faced and clearly shocked, occasionally shaking his head as he mechanically sang, although it was obvious that the words gave him no comfort.
I noticed that Isbister stood
