About this story
Clodagh, hungry for the fame the voyage would bring you both, pushes you toward it and lets slip how easily her nephew's medicine could be measured wrong. That night Peters is found fevered and poisoned, and Clodagh arrives to nurse him herself, the vacant berth suddenly hers to offer.
How it opens
Years later, you began the account in a Cornish villa no reader could visit.
ClarkBegin with London, when the whole country had contracted polar fever.
ClarkAdam Jeffson, I dreamed last night that you sailed with us on the Boreal.
The expedition chief lounged in your Harley Street consulting room after luncheon.
Choose
I am about to marry, and Peters is healthy.
You need a polar veteran, not a London physician.
Did Peters ask you to find a replacement?