"Since we have been beset her staunchness and endurance have been almost past belief again and again.

She has been nipped with a million-ton pressure and risen nobly, falling clear of the water out on the ice.

She has been thrown to and fro like a shuttlecock a dozen times.

She has been strained, her beams arched upwards, by the fearful pressure; her very sides opened and closed again as she was actually bent and curved along her length, groaning like a living thing.

It will be sad if such a brave little craft should be finally crushed in the remorseless, slowly strangling grip of the Weddell pack after ten months of the bravest and most gallant fight ever put up by a ship." The 'Endurance' deserved all that could be said in praise of her.
Shipwrights had never done sounder or better work; but how long could she continue the fight under such conditions?
We were drifting into the congested area of the western Weddell Sea, the worst portion of the worst sea in the world, where the pack, forced on irresistibly by wind and current, impinges on the western shore and is driven up in huge corrugated ridges and chaotic fields of pressure.