No Way Home

As soon as all the men had returned to their sleeping quarters, Hal and Jacques prepared to leave. 

“Grab the um— book, and you can read it to me on the way,” Jacques said to Hal as he grabbed his pack from the floor. 

Hal flashed a winning grin as he tied a string around the pages from Jacque's book.

They left the bunker as Hal referred to it and Jacques led the 6,230 step trek to the village or houses. 

“Antarctica is the most beautiful place I have ever laid eyes on. I’ve collected thousands of samples and been able to draw the most extraordinary sketches of mammals and birds I have never seen before.” 

“I have however decided not to return them to England or to just die with them here because I fear that a land this abundant would be destroyed.”

Jacques kept nodding as Hal read to him. They had been walking for a few miles now and Jacques was concerned he had not led them down the right path. They would have to turn around soon. 

“Jacques, where are we?” 

“I’m not sure anyone more, I’m so sorry Hal.”

“It’s okay I can see how we could get lost here, Hal chuckled a bit. “We can turn around.

Jacques nodded and corrected their course. 

They had only been walking a few miles when Jacques started to get worried. Dare he say that what was before him did not look familiar, although it was all white. Jacques began to get worried. 

They needed to be back to the site before everyone else was up to start the drilling process for the day. 

“We’re lost aren’t we?” Hal asked giving Jacques a hopeless look.

Jacques kept his head down but nodded.

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