We were ready, as far as forethought could make us, for every contingency.
Stores, dogs, sledges, and equipment were ready to be moved from the ship at a moment's notice.
The following day brought bright clear weather, with a blue sky.

The sunshine was inspiriting.

The roar of pressure could be heard all around us.

New ridges were rising, and I could see as the day wore on that the lines of major disturbance were drawing nearer to the ship.
The 'Endurance' suffered some strains at intervals.

Listening below, I could hear the creaking and groaning of her timbers, the pistol-like cracks that told of the starting of a trenail or plank, and the faint, indefinable whispers of our ship's distress.