I quickly destroyed part of my sledge to construct oars, and by these means was enabled, with infinite fatigue, to move my ice raft in the direction of your ship.

I had determined, if you were going southwards, still to trust myself to the mercy of the seas rather than abandon my purpose.

I hoped to induce you to grant me a boat with which I could pursue my enemy.

But your direction was northwards.

You took me on board when my vigour was exhausted, and I should soon have sunk under my multiplied hardships into a death which I still dread, for my task is unfulfilled.
Oh! When will my guiding spirit, in conducting me to the daemon, allow me the rest I so much desire; or must I die, and he yet live?
If I do, swear to me, Walton, that he shall not escape, that you will seek him and satisfy my vengeance in his death.