Also re my last post, you could write such a cool terror fic in which some subset of the guys survived and made it back home (ok ok fitzier in my case let's be real) and are going about life in London, but focus extensively on descriptions of London -- specifically how dinghy and shoddy and dirty it is. Like, you didn't want to be in the Arctic, in those 'savage', barren lands, and you were delivered from it, and now the bosom of civilisation is choking you with its filth and its toxic air. ‼️LISTEN TO ME JFJ POV ‼️this is the gilded life you built for yourself from scratch but now every time you touch its golden varnish your fingers come back covered in soot, and . . . was it always like this? Your home is not your home. Your home is eating you alive -- and what is a ship if it has no harbour to return to? What is an Englishman?
