"You would not hurt me," is what he says, careful, caged in. "You could never hurt me."
This, they have argued to a stalemate of irreconcilable disagreement; could so continue to press in unwinnability until the Heavens broke open overhead and the mountains crashed down astride them. But Sui Zhou serves to live as much as a man as he does a blade, and in that he is long intimated with the lay of blame for a tool in the wield of a hand.
Some guys just can't resist doing a comrade a favor.
The captain sees something in him, and he doesn't like it.
Crozier's past has come back to haunt him before, but not quite like this.
Fitzjames elaborates on a very base matter.
(What urge will save him now that sex won't?)
The crew of the Volunteer take pains to revive their surgeon after his plunge.
Irving enjoys a range of Christian pleasures and graces: singing with friends, watercolors, study, climbing exercises, handball.
New Year's Eve, 1845: Crozier drinks punch and mulls his options on Beechey Island.