Captain Robert Scott

written by Jessie, illustrated by Jessica

My name is Lea Somers. I'm a journalist; I was born and raised on a ship until I was 16. I went to London, England until I started working. Then I stayed on ships being a friend to explorers since I was their journalist.

One of the people that I met up with was Captain Robert Scott, who was going to explore the Antarctic. I was ready for a challenge, so I accepted the position of the journalist. The first trip was for four years from 1900 to 1904. That trip went pretty well except for the part of not finding the South Pole. Instead we were at McMurdo Sound at the 80th parallel. I was quite busy, keeping all his journals, but since he was writing about what was going on outside, I knew what was going on outside. It was freezing outside so I wore all the clothes I had [three to five pair.] There was a small hole in the tent where I slept, so when I woke up I was snowy and cold.

We finally went home, but when we got there I wasn’t happy. “I have found a wife,” he told me one night, “named Kathleen Bruce.’’ He explained. I got jealous and left to a different ship, which was supposedly mean, since he got on my sensitive side. I knew that they were going to steal the ship. I killed their captain, which made them helpless. While they were fighting over who was going to be captain I snuck over to the different ship and I met up with Scott.

Soon I found out that his wife had a son named Peter. Scott was going on a second expedition. That trip lasted from 1910 to 1912. It was harsh. We traveled to Cape Evans, Mount Hooper, and we finally got to the South Pole. When I was publishing his diary I read, “We shall stick it out till the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity but I don’t think I can write any more.”

“You need to go home, it’s too harsh for you.” He told me that night. That night he radioed me a ship. In a week, I was gone. Later I got on a ship that was going to pick him up. The captain brought me his journal. I skipped around to the end where, his last words said, “I’m just going out, it may be some time.” He never came back.

He had died in a snowstorm on November 12th. His crew and him were found in a tent on March 29th 1912. I cried when I saw his pale face. His crew and him were national heroes.

In his earlier years he sent many letters to his wife, and was a possible contender in their marriage. Pete Goss followed in his footsteps. He explored the South Pole. I went with him as his journalist. It haunts me whenever I look at him. He reminds me so much of his father, the great hero Captain Robert Scott.