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He did not whistle during his walk back to the ship, but he was tempted to. He had all but forgotten about the huge man-eater lurking in the moon shadows of the seracs out here so far from the ship, but if there was such a thing watching and listening that night, it would have heard Third Lieutenant John Irving talking to himself and occasionally slapping himself on the head with his mitten.

Lady Jane Franklin is in her element. Now, with two and a half years of no word from her husband, she is in her element. Lady Franklin the Indomitable. Lady Franklin the Widow Who Refused to Be a Widow. Lady Franklin the Patroness and Saint of the Arctic that has killed her husband... Lady Franklin who will never accept such a fact.

Sophia Cracroft, on the other hand, showed no signs of unhappiness. She was witty, alive, vivacious, sometimes shocking in her comments and boldness...

Captain Sir John Franklin had many friends; everyone liked Captain Sir John Franklin. But no one respected him. For decades, Franklin acknowledged the former and ignored the latter, but now he knew it to be true. Everyone liked him. No one respected him.

Caulker’s mate Cornelius Hickey hated kings and queens. He thought they were all bloodsucking parasites on the corpus-ass of the body politick. But he found that he did not mind being king.

Do you dream my dreams? she asks without moving her lips or opening her mouth. She has not spoken in English. Am I dreaming yours?