Hickey stiffens. He goes quiet for a little bit as he thinks things over as well. That certainly must be Erebus and Terror. Irish captain, Northwest Passage...what else could it be?
"Francis Crozier," he says, with a little nod. "Man's name was Francis Crozier."
He knows he has to ask this next part. It's like there's a spell over him and the only way it can be broken is if he puts to words what he's thinking. "They never found any of us, did they. Hundred and fifty odd men, just...vanished."
There were only forty or so of them at the end. They never would have made it.
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Hickey stiffens. He goes quiet for a little bit as he thinks things over as well. That certainly must be Erebus and Terror. Irish captain, Northwest Passage...what else could it be?
"Francis Crozier," he says, with a little nod. "Man's name was Francis Crozier."
He knows he has to ask this next part. It's like there's a spell over him and the only way it can be broken is if he puts to words what he's thinking. "They never found any of us, did they. Hundred and fifty odd men, just...vanished."
There were only forty or so of them at the end. They never would have made it.