“I said to myself: What a pity. We have made this great boat journey and nobody will ever know. We might just as well have foundered immediately after leaving Elephant Island. Then I thought how annoying it was that my precious diary, which I had been at such pains to preserve, should be lost too. I don’t think that any of us were conscious of actual fear of death. I know that I did have, however, a very disagreeable, cold sort of feeling, quite different from the physical chill that I suffered. It was a sort of mental coldness. I felt, too, a sharp resentment that we should all be going in such a way, and in sight of our goal.”

— Frank Worsley