Beyond it lies the broad Atlantic.  Our little boats may be compelled any day now to sail unsheltered over the open sea with a thousand leagues of ocean separating them from the land to the north and east.  It seems vital that we shall land on Clarence Island or its neighbour, Elephant Island.  The latter island has attraction for us, although as far as I know nobody has ever landed there.  Its name suggests the presence of the plump and succulent sea-elephant.  We have an increasing desire in any case to get firm ground under our feet.  The floe has been a good friend to us, but it is reaching the end of its journey, and it is liable at any time now to break up and fling us into the unplumbed sea.”

A little later, after reviewing the whole situation in the light of our circumstances, I made up my mind that we should try to reach Deception Island.  The relative positions of Clarence, Elephant, and Deception Islands can be seen on the chart.  The two islands first named lay comparatively near to us and were separated by some eighty miles of water from Prince George Island, which was about 150 miles away from our camp on the berg.  From this island a chain of similar islands extends westward, terminating in Deception Island.  The channels separating these desolate patches of rock and ice are from ten to fifteen miles wide.  But we knew from the Admiralty sailing directions that there were stores for the use of shipwrecked mariners on Deception Island, and it was possible that the summer whalers had not yet deserted its harbour.  Also we had learned from our scanty records that a small church had been erected there for the benefit of the transient whalers.  The existence of this building would mean to us a supply of timber, from which, if dire necessity urged us, we could construct a reasonably seaworthy boat.  We had discussed this point during our drift on the floe.  Two of our boats were fairly strong, but the third, the ‘James Caird’, was light, although a little longer than the others.  All of them were small for the navigation of these notoriously stormy seas, and they would be heavily loaded, so a voyage in open water would be a serious undertaking.  I fear that the carpenter’s fingers were already itching to convert pews into topsides and decks.  In any case, the worst that could befall us when we had reached Deception Island would be a wait until the whalers returned about the middle of November.

Another bit of information gathered from the records of the west side of the Weddell Sea related to Prince George Island.  The Admiralty “Sailing Directions,” referring to the South Shetlands, mentioned a cave on this island.  None of us had seen that cave or could say if it was large or small, wet or dry; but as we drifted on our floe and later, when navigating the treacherous leads and making our uneasy night camps, that cave seemed to my fancy to be a palace which in contrast would dim the splendours of Versailles.