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crozier finds a seal hole and sits before it. he binds his thighs with cord to keep his legs still, settles his breathing, and begins to wait in perfect silence with his harpoon. in no time, the boy is sleeping against his leg. crozier watches and waits. he may be here a long while. but he has learned these last years to be more still. more patient. and quieter. quieter even than the snow. END.

james ross looks more and more concerned as if he’s already listening to what amounts to a ghost story.

crozier walks further and further from the tent, away from all hope of rescue, away from the royal navy and the franklin women, away from cantonese tea and monkeys in cages, away from coats with lapels and lapels with medals, all of it. he walks away and does not look back. even as he does so, we see a great weight is being lifted from him. he will miss friends, of course. he will miss convenience. but he will not miss his old place in the world.

september, 1850 two years later.

crozier has been given a fur blanket and seal meat to eat. he looks around the tent, much as lady silence did when she was aboard the ships. he’s the outsider now, an outsider who is partly responsible for the mayhem, violence, and terror delivered to these people. 

the hunter gestures to lady silence. crozier immediately reddens. of course lady silence has a name. she just never offered it. silna. this woman’s name has been silna all along.

crozier doesn’t answer as little is too far gone to understand. he will die within a day or two. instead, crozier sits beside little and puts edward's head on his shoulder. he’ll wait with him, as long as it takes. this is the end of the line. lady silence watches this grim western spectacle a moment, and then turns away.

lady silence watches crozier go to each of the dead bodies here to check who it is, and close their eyes.

crozier finds jopson on the ground, his outstretched arm still reaching out for his captain who was never there in the first place. the sight of jopson left like this knocks the wind out of crozier. he crouches and to touch jopson’s hair, his sadness becoming fury.