I called to the other men that the sky was clearing, and then a moment later I realized that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave.
Ernest ShackletonThe noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.
Ernest ShackletonFrom the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.
Ernest Shackleton