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- Well, I’ll be God-damned to hell and hanged for a heathen,” says Honey.
- “Pardon me, Captain, but I didn’t think the ice would do this so soon.”
- Crozier doesn’t answer. He crouches to investigate the bent and extended
- wood of the hull more closely.
- Hull planks have been bent inward here, bulging almost a foot from the
- graceful curve elsewhere along the hull’s side. The innermost layers of wood
- have splintered and at least two planks are hanging free.
- “Jesus God Christ Almighty,” says the carpenter, who has crouched next to
- the captain. “That ice is a fucking monster, begging the Captain’s pardon, sir.”
- “Mr. Honey,” says Crozier, his breath adding crystals to the ice already on the
- planks and reflecting the lantern light, “could anything but the ice have done
- this damage?”
- The carpenter barks a laugh but stops abruptly as he realizes his captain is
- not making a joke. Honey’s eyes widen, then squint. “Begging your pardon
- again, Captain, but if you mean ... that’s impossible.”
- Crozier says nothing.
- “I mean, Captain, this hull was three inches of the finest English oak as it
- was, sir. And for this trip — for the ice, I mean, sir — it was doubled with two
- layers of African oak, Captain, each one and a half inches thick. And them
- African oak panels was wrought on the diagonal, sir, givin’ it even more
- strength than if it were just doubled straight-like.”
- three inches of diagonal-laid African oak, they laid on two layers of Canadian
- elm, sir, each two inches thick. That’s four more inches of hull, Captain, and
- that wrought diagonal against the African oak. That’s five belts of serious
- timber, sir ... ten inches of the strongest wood on earth between us and the
- sea.
- Chapter 9
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