Boston, Massachusetts
June 7th, 1903
The Inventa, A new top of the line steamship equipped for icebreaking is preparing to set sail. Measuring 400 feet in length and with a crew of 145 men and women, this is the largest expedition to set sail for the North Pole ever. Crowds gather at the docks to see you off. Journalists from many of the newspapers of America and some from foreign lands are there to write about it. Many are writing follow up articles. The Saturday Morning Post has been talking incessantly about the magnanimous Mark Russel, using his wealth from Fastidious Delver Enterprises to further human knowledge and understanding of the world around us in a brilliant scientific endeavor.
Others, like the New York Times, Boston Globe, and most newspapers in America have derided the expedition, calling it a foolhardy endeavor by a man with no sense of what he is undertaking and no experience, and bound to make the Polaris expedition look like a masterpiece. Their writings would not be read by you, however, as you were setting sail for lands far beyond the reach of the printing press. Most of the crew were only there because of the high pay, and if they knew the true purpose of the expedition even that would not be enough to take on such an insane expedition. However, among the elite few privileged with the knowledge, they knew they were out to set a pathway to changes in the understanding of life and the world around them that could scarcely be comprehended.
Parry Islands, Canada
July 23rd, 1903, 8:00 AM
The Expedition so far has been a great success. Few snags, few injuries and no deaths have made this a solid start for the arctic. The Parry islands, the most northernmost known land in the Canadian Arctic Archipelago have just come into sight, and the greatest American holiday is soon to come. The ship is bustling, the morning shift of sailors taking way, contented by the mass supply of tobacco and alcohol, the ship smelling and feeling more like a floating saloon than a sea bearing vessel. Mr. Russel has just called his trusted circle to his private mess room for breakfast and for a meeting. You arrive one by one, ready to hear what he has to say.
June 7th, 1903
The Inventa, A new top of the line steamship equipped for icebreaking is preparing to set sail. Measuring 400 feet in length and with a crew of 145 men and women, this is the largest expedition to set sail for the North Pole ever. Crowds gather at the docks to see you off. Journalists from many of the newspapers of America and some from foreign lands are there to write about it. Many are writing follow up articles. The Saturday Morning Post has been talking incessantly about the magnanimous Mark Russel, using his wealth from Fastidious Delver Enterprises to further human knowledge and understanding of the world around us in a brilliant scientific endeavor.
Others, like the New York Times, Boston Globe, and most newspapers in America have derided the expedition, calling it a foolhardy endeavor by a man with no sense of what he is undertaking and no experience, and bound to make the Polaris expedition look like a masterpiece. Their writings would not be read by you, however, as you were setting sail for lands far beyond the reach of the printing press. Most of the crew were only there because of the high pay, and if they knew the true purpose of the expedition even that would not be enough to take on such an insane expedition. However, among the elite few privileged with the knowledge, they knew they were out to set a pathway to changes in the understanding of life and the world around them that could scarcely be comprehended.
Parry Islands, Canada
July 23rd, 1903, 8:00 AM
The Expedition so far has been a great success. Few snags, few injuries and no deaths have made this a solid start for the arctic. The Parry islands, the most northernmost known land in the Canadian Arctic Archipelago have just come into sight, and the greatest American holiday is soon to come. The ship is bustling, the morning shift of sailors taking way, contented by the mass supply of tobacco and alcohol, the ship smelling and feeling more like a floating saloon than a sea bearing vessel. Mr. Russel has just called his trusted circle to his private mess room for breakfast and for a meeting. You arrive one by one, ready to hear what he has to say.