They left England over a year ago. And as the weather gets frostier, so does the mood on the HMS Terror. The dense ice sea is slowing their journey. Irving watches the foggy shadow of the Erebus in the distance. Only a few marines and crewmen are on deck with him. The biting cold tugs at them, even through their heavy coats. Irving prays every night for his men, his commanders and his soul. The devil is omnipresent, just waiting for even the best Christian to falter. All it takes is one slip.
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