![]() ![]() The soldiers flinched and raised their rifles, aiming at the frightening apparition. He let out a heavy breath, and asked Nightmare to go faster.Ī few minutes later, the figure of an infernal rider clad in fearsome black armor entered the circle of light surrounding the parked convoy. He noticed Belle sitting on the roof of one of the transport, holding a sword in his hand.Ī sense of profound relief grasped Sunny's heart. Just short of the highest point of the nearest mountain pass, protected from the wind by tall cliffs, a group of battered vehicles was parked in a circle, with tired soldiers standing guard around it. Just as he thought that, the scouting shadows noticed something ahead. Not enough to face something truly dreadful yet, but well on the way. His essence was slowly being replenished, as well, so overall, Sunny was in relatively good shape. By now, Blood Weave had mostly dealt with the toxin, and his wounds were already healing. They moved deeper into the mountains, following the twisted road. Countless grey flakes fell from high above, dancing in the wind as they slowly obscured the world in a thick fog.įull of bad premonitions, Sunny sent Nightmare into a gallop. ![]() The strong snowfall was no snowfall at all. What was left behind was a trail of black soot. ![]() He tilted his head a little, then smeared the snowflakes across his palm. Sunny could instantly tell that something was wrong, though, because the white snowflakes did not contrast against the onyx metal of his gauntlet nearly as much as they should have. ![]() While he could see in the dark, differentiating colors that way was not his strongest suit. There was something strange about that snow, though.įrowning, Sunny raised a hand and caught a few snowflakes on his palm. Not long after they started to ascend the mountains, the snowfall seemed to pick up, making it harder to see. The siege capital had to be surrounded by a ring of active battle engagements, so Sunny really hoped to accompany the refugees through that mess. If he was lucky, he might even be able to rejoin the convoy before reaching Erebus Field. From what Sunny could tell, the column was not too far ahead of him now. He had killed a few more Nightmare creatures while trying to catch up with his men, and the corpses he had encountered seemed fresher as of late. if they continued on the route Sunny had planned for them, of course. So, the last stretch of the way was going to take the convoy away from the coast. The rest of the human strongholds were built away from the ocean, on the outskirts of the mountains. Even then, the actual port was a separate and solitary fortress, connected to the city above it by a network of industrial elevators. Of all the siege capitals in the Antarctic Center, only the first and the largest one - Falcon Scott - was situated near water. Expertly researched and illustrated with maps, photographs, paintings, and engravings, Erebus is an evocative account of two journeys: one successful and forgotten, the other tragic yet unforgettable.About an hour later, Sunny reached the spot where the convoy was supposed to leave the highway and turn inland, scaling the mountains once again to eventually reach Erebus Field. Delving into the research, he describes the intertwined careers of the two men who shared the ship’s journeys: Ross, the organizational genius who mapped much of the Antarctic coastline and oversaw some of the earliest scientific experiments to be conducted there and Franklin, who, at the age of sixty and after a checkered career, commanded the ship on its last disastrous venture. Palin travels across the world-from Tasmania to the Falkland Islands and the Canadian Arctic-to offer a firsthand account of the terrain and conditions that would have confronted the Erebus and her doomed final crew. It was rediscovered under the arctic waters in 2014. Michael Palin brings the fascinating story of the Erebus and its occupants to life, from its construction as a bomb vessel in 1826 through the flagship years of James Clark Ross’s Antarctic expedition and finally to Sir John Franklin’s quest for the holy grail of navigation-a route through the Northwest Passage, where the ship disappeared into the depths of the sea for more than 150 years. Driven by a passion for travel and history and a love of ships and the sea, former Monty Python stalwart and beloved television globe-trotter Michael Palin explores the world of HMS Erebus, last seen on an ill-fated voyage to chart the Northwest Passage. ![]()
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