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It has become apparent, with more and more new arrivals by the day, that our current situation will not be as temporary as some might have hoped. Our provisions appear to be stable, but if we are to live together in such close proximity - which we seem destined to now - there must of course be an equitable assignment of duties.
The first order of business is the assignment of cooking duties. I assume we would all enjoy partaking in hot meals daily, so I am proposing two be served - one in the morning, one in the evening. Lieutenant Jopson can manage provisions and oversight of the actual cooking, of which we should all take part lest we survive on stale biscuits and Poor John.
[This is scribbled in later, as though Crozier was trying Very Hard not to think about it:] It should also be noted that we have access to spirits aboard Terror. Each man or woman who wishes to imbibe may have one ration of either rum or wine with the evening meal.
Second order of business is the removal of ice and snow from the top deck. It must not be allowed to accumulate. Our situation aboard Terror is precarious, and should the ice pile up too high the whole deck just may collapse on our heads. It must be a daily chore, and we must all share the duty of clearing it.
Lastly, until it can be determined that the creature in the ice will not attack, we must have a watch. No more than an hour at the time for those unaccustomed to arctic temperatures. Proper outwear will be necessary if extremities wish to be kept.
Linens and clean crockery seem to replenish, but I must insist on a clean ship. To whoever left the library in the great cabin in disarray - do not let it happen again.
I also do not expect any man (or woman) who has not enlisted to follow the Ship's Articles, but there will be order. Until such time it becomes necessary to change them, these are the Ship's New Articles:
1. The doors that are locked must not be unlocked.
2. No man or woman shall purposely harm another.
3. Shared provisions may not be hoarded or destroyed for whatever reason.
4. The medicines in sick bay are not to be handled by anyone other than Mr. Goodsir, or a medical assistant he sees fit to assign to added duties.
5. Do not eat from the tins.
Defying these rules will result in punishment. [Which he leaves at that.]
I expect you all to volunteer your time to keep our ship running in an orderly manner.
Capt. F.R.M. Crozier
The first order of business is the assignment of cooking duties. I assume we would all enjoy partaking in hot meals daily, so I am proposing two be served - one in the morning, one in the evening. Lieutenant Jopson can manage provisions and oversight of the actual cooking, of which we should all take part lest we survive on stale biscuits and Poor John.
[This is scribbled in later, as though Crozier was trying Very Hard not to think about it:] It should also be noted that we have access to spirits aboard Terror. Each man or woman who wishes to imbibe may have one ration of either rum or wine with the evening meal.
Second order of business is the removal of ice and snow from the top deck. It must not be allowed to accumulate. Our situation aboard Terror is precarious, and should the ice pile up too high the whole deck just may collapse on our heads. It must be a daily chore, and we must all share the duty of clearing it.
Lastly, until it can be determined that the creature in the ice will not attack, we must have a watch. No more than an hour at the time for those unaccustomed to arctic temperatures. Proper outwear will be necessary if extremities wish to be kept.
Linens and clean crockery seem to replenish, but I must insist on a clean ship. To whoever left the library in the great cabin in disarray - do not let it happen again.
I also do not expect any man (or woman) who has not enlisted to follow the Ship's Articles, but there will be order. Until such time it becomes necessary to change them, these are the Ship's New Articles:
1. The doors that are locked must not be unlocked.
2. No man or woman shall purposely harm another.
3. Shared provisions may not be hoarded or destroyed for whatever reason.
4. The medicines in sick bay are not to be handled by anyone other than Mr. Goodsir, or a medical assistant he sees fit to assign to added duties.
5. Do not eat from the tins.
Defying these rules will result in punishment. [Which he leaves at that.]
I expect you all to volunteer your time to keep our ship running in an orderly manner.
Capt. F.R.M. Crozier
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Date: 2020-04-26 01:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-04-27 03:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-04-27 07:15 pm (UTC)It's not an animal. It's a spirit.
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Date: 2020-04-28 01:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-04-28 12:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-04-29 01:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-04-29 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-04-29 06:58 pm (UTC)Men were lost? I'm sorry.
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Date: 2020-04-29 07:04 pm (UTC)[This comes a moment later, as though Crozier's been mulling over it.]
I understand your curiosity, especially not having shared our experiences with the creature. If I seem hesitant or not forthcoming it isn't to withhold information from you. Tuunbaq is still a relative unknown to us. And it wasn't our only killer.
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Date: 2020-04-29 07:30 pm (UTC)That said, the more you can tell those of us who haven't been part of your expedition about your experiences, the better prepared we will all be.
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Date: 2020-04-29 10:49 pm (UTC)[Strap in, my man.]
The tuunbaq appeared when a scouting party of ours inadvertently injured a wandering Netsilik man near the edge of King William Island - the closest landmass to where we are currently trapped. First Lieutenant Gore of Erebus was killed by the unknown creature, which was mistaken for a large white bear. Our own Doctor Goodsir tried to save the Netsilik man, but he died aboard Erebus and left behind his traveling companion, who we named Lady Silence.
We eventually learned from Lady Silence that the creature was called a tuunbaq - which granted is just a close English approximation to her description - but not before it killed the leader of our expedition and maimed a handful of men. This creature continued to attack us, picking off men sometimes one-by-one, sometimes in groups, leaving some incredibly injured and leaving the bodies of others in bits and pieces for us to find.
This is why I say it is vengeful, and exceptionally dangerous.