Also I’m too lazy to type out the whole thing, so let me just tell you about another excellent Francis being Francis moment on his first expedition with Parry...
So he’d been sent out with a couple marines in a small boat to measure the tides at the head of Fury and Hecla Strait. They had four days worth of supplies, but not long after they’d left, the weather went to shit. The temperature plunged and it got real heckin’ wimdy.
Back on Fury, Parry looked out the gale and began to Fret. He quickly decided to take a rescue party out to retrieve Francis and the boys, before the route back to the ship was totally closed off by the shitty weather.
The party struggled ashore, fighting the godawful wind. They fired musket shots to the alert the missing men, but the sound was drowned out by the roaring wind. There was no sign of them anywhere.
Parry was beginning to suspect the worst when suddenly he happened upon a large rock. And behind the rock, sheltered from the wind, was Francis, quietly jotting down his tidal observations, apparently completely oblivious to the tempest raging around him.
And then, one can imagine, he looked up and said, “Oh, hey, Captain Parry. What are you doing here?”