May 10th marks the 100th anniversary of the arrival of the James Caird on South Georgia Island. After a little over two weeks of rough sailing, constant dampness, cramped quarters, and one giant wave that nearly ended it all the six man crew at last reached their goal. Landing, however, was not so simple. Rough seas, high winds, and sharp reefs kept the James Caird tacking back and forth for hours before an opening was spotted. As Shackleton wrote in South:
A small cove, with a boulder strewn beach guarded by a reef, made a break in the cliffs on the south side of the bay, and we turned in that direction. I stood in the bows, and directed the steering as we ran through the kelp and made the passage of the reef. The entrance was so narrow that we had to take in the oars, and the swell was piling itself right over the reef into the cove. But in a minute or two we were inside, and in the gathering darkness the James Caird ran in on a swell and touched the beach.
The small crew’s first night on stable land was spent in an undercut beneath a cliff face which had been found by Tom Crean. In Shackleton’s Boat Journey, Frank Worsely wrote of how ‘The Boss’ had carried them through:
Looking back on this great boat journey, it seems certain that some of our men would have succumbed to the terrible strain but for Shackleton. So great was his care of his people, that, to rough men, it seemed at times to have a touch of woman about it, even to the verge of fussiness...
He seemed to keep a mental finger on each man’s pulse. If he noted one with signs of strain telling on him he would order hot milk and soon all would be swallowing the scalding, life giving drink to the especial benefit of the man, all unaware, for whom it had been ordered.
At times he inspired men with a feeling, often illogical, that, even if things got worse, he would devise some means of easing their hardships.