The ship voyage had been on a journey of exploration towards the North Pole.

He was homeward bound, but unfortunately the icy grip of the northern winter

closed in, and the voyage was surrounded by great blocks of solid ice.

Her captain and crew were prepared for a weary wake before the four set in and they could

continue their journey home.

Shortly afternoon, Captain Walton and his first mate, Mr. Boyd, were standing on the deck of the Voyager.

They looked out across the icy way.

Well, Mr. Boyd, I think we will be here for quite a considerable time yet.

There's no final of four setting in.

The trouble is to keep the crew occupied, Captain.

And they're beginning to grumble a good deal already.

Well, given as much work, if we can.

After all, we were prepared for something like this.

We have ample supplies and provisions

I will take all responsibility for my men

and I can promise you that they will all return safely doing good

My eyes are seen

Are there?

Look there.

Coming across the ice.

Man.

Are all the crew accounted for, Mr. Boyd?

...