The increasing sea made it necessary for us to drag the boats farther up the beach.  This was a task for all hands, and after much labour we got the boats into safe positions among the rocks and made fast the painters to big boulders.  Then I discussed with Wild and Worsley the chances of reaching South Georgia before the winter locked the seas against us.  Some effort had to be made to secure relief.  Privation and exposure had left their mark on the party, and the health and mental condition of several men were causing me serious anxiety.  Blackborrow’s feet, which had been frost-bitten during the boat journey, were in a bad way, and the two doctors feared that an operation would be necessary.  They told me that the toes would have to be amputated unless animation could be restored within a short period.  Then the food-supply was a vital consideration.  We had left ten cases of provisions in the crevice of the rocks at our first camping-place on the island.  An examination of our stores showed that we had full rations for the whole party for a period of five weeks.  The rations could be spread over three months on a reduced allowance and probably would be supplemented by seals and sea-elephants to some extent.  I did not dare to count with full confidence on supplies of meat and blubber, for the animals seemed to have deserted the beach and the winter was near.  Our stocks included three seals and two and a half skins (with blubber attached).  We were mainly dependent on the blubber for fuel, and, after making a preliminary survey of the situation, I decided that the party must be limited to one hot meal a day.

A boat journey in search of relief was necessary and must not be delayed.  That conclusion was forced upon me.  The nearest port where assistance could certainly be secured was Port Stanley, in the Falkland Islands, 540 miles away, but we could scarcely hope to beat up against the prevailing north-westerly wind in a frail and weakened boat with a small sail area.  South Georgia was over 800 miles away, but lay in the area of the west winds, and I could count upon finding whalers at any of the whaling-stations on the east coast.  A boat party might make the voyage and be back with relief within a month, provided that the sea was clear of ice and the boat survive the great seas.  It was not difficult to decide that South Georgia must be the objective, and I proceeded to plan ways and means.  The hazards of a boat journey across 800 miles of stormy sub-Antarctic ocean were obvious, but I calculated that at worst the venture would add nothing to the risks of the men left on the island.  There would be fewer mouths to feed during the winter and the boat would not require to take more than one month’s provisions for six men, for if we did not make South Georgia in that time we were sure to go under.  A consideration that had weight with me was that there was no chance at all of any search being made for us on Elephant Island.