I stop to sip my tea when she suddenly puts her hand on my arm, almost spilling my drink.
Beneath them the sea rises as great mountains, anger in the form of water, turbulent and unforgiving. The wind that had pushed against the ship, not playfully but with gathering strength, saw no reason to dwindle. Buffet breakfast will be served at the hotel restaurant from am to am.
Rain begins to pour furiously, drowning any sight of certainty.
General A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek. When the trees bowed and the birds ceased to fly she knew the sea was a tumult of giant waves, enough to sink a wee painted fishing boat.
General It was a dark and stormy night and the rain fell in torrents except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets for it is in London that our scene lies rattling along the housetops, and fiercely, agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
I lean against the wall outside the door and exhale loudly, my fringe fluttering upwards. For Alastair, as for so many men, Antarctica was a land of legend and mystery, the ultimate test of strength, endurance and bravery; a place where he might feed his restlessness and assuage his craving to find meaning in the emptiness.
As a child on the highlands she had built kites with her father and they would fly them on a Sunday after church. The morning would see them bobbing on placid water or else several leagues down with the fishes.