It seemed that the authorities at home had been alarmed at the reports brought back the previous year by the relief ship of the detention of the Discovery and certain outbreaks of scurvy which had occurred both on the ship and on sledge journeys.  To make sure of relief two ships had been sent.  That was nothing to worry about, but the orders they brought were staggering to sailors who had come to love their ship “with a depth of sentiment which cannot be surprising when it is remembered what we had been through in her and what a comfortable home she had proved."[21] Scott was ordered to abandon the Discovery if she could not be freed in time to accompany the relief ships to the north.  For weeks there was little or no daily change.  They started to transport the specimens and make the other necessary preparations.  They almost despaired of freedom.  Explosions in the ice were started in the beginning of February with little effect.  But suddenly there came a change, and on the 11th, amidst intense excitement, the ice was breaking up fast.  The next day the relief ships were but four miles away.  On the 14th a shout of “The ships are coming, sir!” brought out all the men racing to the slopes above Arrival Bay.  Scott wrote: 

“The ice was breaking up right across the Strait, and with a rapidity which we had not thought possible.  No sooner was one great floe borne away than a dark streak cut its way into the solid sheet that remained, and carved out another, to feed the broad stream of pack which was hurrying away to the north-west.

“I have never witnessed a more impressive sight; the sun was low behind us, the surface of the ice-sheet in front was intensely white, and in contrast the distant sea and its leads looked almost black.  The wind had fallen to a calm, and not a sound disturbed the stillness about us.

“Yet in the midst of this peaceful silence was an awful unseen agency rending that great ice-sheet as though it had been naught but the thinnest paper.  We knew well by this time the nature of our prison bars; we had not plodded again and again over those long dreary miles of snow without realizing the formidable strength of the great barrier which held us bound; we knew that the heaviest battle-ship would have shattered itself ineffectually against it, and we had seen a million-ton iceberg brought to rest at its edge.  For weeks we had been struggling with this mighty obstacle ... but now without a word, without an effort on our part, it was all melting away, and we knew that in an hour or two not a vestige of it would be left, and that the open sea would be lapping on the black rocks of Hut Point."[22]

Almost more dramatic was the grounding of the Discovery off the shoal at Hut Point owing to the rise of a blizzard immediately after her release from the ice.  Hour after hour she lay pounding on the shore, and when it seemed most certain that she had been freed only to be destroyed, and when all hope was nearly gone, the wind lulled, and the waters of the Sound, driven out by the force of the wind, returned and the Discovery floated off with little damage.  The whole story of the release from the ice and subsequent grounding of the Discovery is wonderfully told by Scott in his book.