MUTINY

His voice faded away and the Discovery dwindled into a speck on the horizon. Silence reigned as we rested on our oars. A bitter wind was blowing and there was not a sound except the clink of the ice and the uncanny scream of the wind as it whistled through the deserted rocks and lonely ice floes of James Bay. We were truly alone, cut off from everything we had known and were familiar with.
Henry Hudson''s mutionous crew have let him adrift in a small open boat hundreds of miles from the nearest civilisation. Will he survive? Will he attempt to make it back to England or will he be unable?