Most of the men were now looking seriously worn and strained.
Their lips were cracked and their eyes and eyelids showed red in their salt-encrusted faces.

The beards even of the younger men might have been those of patriarchs, for the frost and the salt spray had made them white.

I called the 'Dudley Docker' alongside and found the condition of the people there was no better than in the 'James Caird'.
Obviously we must make land quickly, and I decided to run for Elephant Island.

The wind had shifted fair for that rocky isle, then about one hundred miles away, and the pack that separated us from Hope Bay had closed up during the night from the south.

At 6 p.m.we made a distribution of stores among the three boats, in view of the possibility of their being separated.