angelo and the hickster's post-belle arctic adventures

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MUTINEERS

SOLOMON TOZER

MARINE (T)

GEORGE HODGSON

LIEUTENANT (T)

CHARLES F. DES VOEUX

MATE (E)

MAGNUS MANSON

AB (T)

JOHN LANE

BOATSWAIN (T)

JOHN DIGGLE

COOK (T)

WILLIAM PILKINGTON

MARINE (E)

JAMES RIGDEN

COXSWAIN (E)

JOHN SULLIVAN

CAPT. OF MAINTOP (E)

ROBERT FERRIER

AB (T)

ROBERT THOMAS

MATE (T)

John Diggle

COOK

John Diggle

COOK

mutineers:

• Sgt. Solomon Tozer, marine (T)
  
• Magnus Manson, AB (T)
  
• Lt. George Hodgson, lieutenant (T)
  
• Charles Des Voeux, mate (E)
  
• Pvt. William Pilkington, marine (E)
  
• John Diggle, cook (T) - lung damage from inhaling goodsir's evil cloud
  
• THE STUPID FOX
  
• Pvt. James Daly, marine (T) - mauled by the Tuunbaq
  
• Edmund Hoar, captain's steward (E) - throw into the water by the Tuunbaq
  
• "Pvt." Thomas Armitage, gunroom steward (T) - mauled by the Tuunbaq
  
• Harry Goodsir, surgeon (E) - rescued by Silna after the Tuunbaq attack
  

boat boys:

• John Lane, boatswain (T)
  
• James Rigden, coxswain (E)
  
• John Sullivan, captain of the maintop (E)
  
• Robert Ferrier, AB (T)
  
• Robert Thomas, mate (T) - actively dying of scurvy for the crime of having two first names
  
• and perhaps eventually lt. little depending on how much of our minds we lose along the way
  
• Thomas Terry, boatswain (E) - died from scurvy before the mutineers showed up
  
• Thomas Work, AB (T) - died from scurvy before the mutineers showed up

angelo cr chart
mutineers cr chart...

timeline:

• arrival; late july, mutineers' hill
  
• tent chats; early august, temporary camp
  
• spotting the ships; late august, terror camp
  
• tuunbaq attack; sept 1, ice floe camp
  
• boarding terror; fellas it's gay; early sept, hms terror
  
• dog to dog communication; early sept, forecastle
  
• bark bark bark; early sept, on deck
  
• coat! and post-tozer debrief; early sept, angelo's cabin

Comments

[angelkeys]

[ Harry Goodsir is spared. When the explosion rings out and the rapidly disintegrating remainder of the ice floe dances in the water like a toy boat in the vastness of the ocean, he expects to meet his demise in the dark waters. He does not fall. When the rocking comes to an end, he expects the enraged Tuunbaq will turn back to him, tear him apart for the trap he has inadvertently lured it into. He loses sight of it instead.

Goodsir is spared and yet he failed, left alive to watch the whaling boat depart with its loathsome leader still on it. His attempts at being a doctor have led him to become a butcher, but his attempts at playing butcher have proven woefully ineffective. There could be affirmation in it. He could take solace in the idea that his hands were never meant for killing. Yet there is little relief in knowing he has failed to put an end to it all, instead condemning only a few to a death rendered pointless by Hickey's escape. Goodsir wishes the ice digs into his wounds, freezing him up from the inside out. It's a malice that is new to him, one of many feelings he would have never felt had he remained in the safety of his museum. The arctic has changed him, irrevocably, and he cannot say if for good.

Resigned to his own powerlessness and a slow death, Goodsir shifts so he's laying on his back. With the endless arctic sky above and the endless icy waters beside him, he finds that even now, he does not regret having come here. Left alone with only his thoughts and the cold, Goodsir is purified. Rage and regret leave him, and only whiteness remains. Freezing men feel hot before their deaths, he knows. How long until he will be filled with a heavenly warmth? Hours? How many? He'll have to make use of them to drink it all in, finally untainted by the madness of men surrounding him. Even as he thinks that, he finds his eyes threatening to close in exhaustion.

He does not hear the crunch of leather boots on snow, does not see the concerned frown looking down at his emaciated body. Next he'll wake, it will be to an unfamiliar cloth ceiling. Heaven has no place for Harry Goodsir, not yet and maybe not ever. He finds that he no longer cares. ]