Crozier: What’s left in my stores?
Jopson: Two bottles, sir.
Crozier:
Blanky: You’ll have to give the men something in return, if you’re going to ask them to walk 800 miles.
Fitzjames: *Already putting on a dress*
Thomas “I’ve shot smaller hawks than you” Jopson
This is fucked up…I’m (not) sorry.
Me no longer feeling the need to cry through each rewatch of The Terror:
(Jk I still do)
That man didn’t give a fuck about Billy’s bones. 😭
“Wow it’s feels so festive outside this year!”
What it looks like outside:
I have been consumed by the maddening hunger that is doomed polar expeditions.
Jopson: *sneaking away to get some rest after a long day of taking care of his withdrawal riddled captain*
That damn Bell: *rings*
Jopson: