Template:Adminpick/May 2019

1905, Antarctica

The hull of the ship moaned and groaned under the strain of its frozen enclave. HMS Stargazer and its crew had initially set out into the deep unknown to map uncharted territories, but winter descended quickly upon them and they found themselves trapped between stars and ice for months. Supplies were running thin and the captain of the ship, a tall and clean shaven gentleman by the name of Gerald Northington, had assembled groups of hunters to venture out in search of seal meat. The most recent hunting expedition had yet to return and Northington was pacing anxiously up and down his quarters.

A knock on the door. His first mate, William Ward, called him. He was a gruff man with a strong jawline, harsh mutton-chops and dark eyes, and the hard-boiled personality to match his rough looks.

"Sir, the hunting party has returned. John Hopkins is dead. The rest are in the bridge of the ship."

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