H. M. S. Ulysses (2011)
“Ulysses EIGHT Thursday Night It was still only afternoon, but the grey Arctic twilight was already thickening over the sea as the Ulysses dropped slowly astern. The wind had died away completely; again the snow was falling, steadily, heavily, and visibility was down to a bare cable-length. It was bitterly cold.
In little groups of three and four, officers and men made their way aft to the starboard side of the poop-deck. Exhausted, bone-chilled men, mostly sunk in private and bitter thought, they shuffled wordlessly aft, dragging feet kicking up little puffs of powdery snow. On the poop, they ranged themselves soundlessly behind the Captain or in a line inboard and aft of the long, symmetrical row of snow-covered hummocks that heaved up roundly from the unbroken whiteness of the poop.
The Captain was flanked by three of his officers—Carslake, Etherton and the Surgeon-Commander. Carslake was by the guardrail, the lower half of his face swathed in bandages to the eyes. For the second ti...me in twenty-four hours he had waylaid Vallery, begged him to reconsider the decision to deprive him of his commission.MoreLess
In little groups of three and four, officers and men made their way aft to the starboard side of the poop-deck. Exhausted, bone-chilled men, mostly sunk in private and bitter thought, they shuffled wordlessly aft, dragging feet kicking up little puffs of powdery snow. On the poop, they ranged themselves soundlessly behind the Captain or in a line inboard and aft of the long, symmetrical row of snow-covered hummocks that heaved up roundly from the unbroken whiteness of the poop.
The Captain was flanked by three of his officers—Carslake, Etherton and the Surgeon-Commander. Carslake was by the guardrail, the lower half of his face swathed in bandages to the eyes. For the second ti...me in twenty-four hours he had waylaid Vallery, begged him to reconsider the decision to deprive him of his commission.MoreLess
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