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Cold Struggle in the Antarctic

Thomas reporting for the Sun monthly geographic

A team of experts faces the wrath of an Antarctic storm with shortages of food and fuel

The team set out for the South Pole just over two weeks ago and since has braved challenge after challenge thrown at them by the harsh Antarctic environment. Despite many efforts to rescue the five remaining team members, the team is essentially stranded with low hopes.
They ran low on fuel after using too much heating oil and then miscalculating their need of supplies being dropped by a plane passing overhead nine days ago. Eight days ago a storm was hinted to be brewing up. Two days later the blizzard was upon them. Temperatures plummeted to a daytime average of 340C which is 170C below the daytime average temperature the previous week. Although they held on for a few days hopes sank when a radio broadcast reported that they probably wouldnt be able to ride out the storm.
Adverse effects sprouted from this when the storm worsened. Their extra need of fuel meant that they either didnt use their two ovens they had or they didnt use their heating. One thing led to another and now the team is now stranded with their water pipes frozen and the team is going thirsty. They cant get any supplies from nearby aircraft because of the raging blizzard.
A few days ago two of the original team decided to juggle their fate and try to reach safer parts of the area to take refuge from the storm. Their share of fuel, a small radio transmitter and a tent was given to them and they were off. Visibility in the area is low but because of bad frostbite and hypothermia in two of the team members, the team is stuck firmly in one pace. Their only comfort is the fact that they are all professionally trained for such an event. They have sufficient clothes and blankets to hold off the temperatures for a while, although the two currently ill members of the team may not be as fortunate to make it home. The team is currently camping out by a large hill on low-lying ground about 270 miles from the Vostok meteorological research centre, which is also effected by the Antarctic storm.
There may be light in the end of the tunnel for the two hopeful members who went out to seek their fortune elsewhere a few days ago. A minor report received by us here at the Vostok research centre can confirm that they are both currently alive and well about 145 miles away from us here. At their current rate they could probably reach us in the next three days, although their only means of navigation is a worn-in map and two dodgy compasses.
If we go back again to the other five team members, they have broadcasted a current status report and the teams leader, Mr. Wyatt Searp said that hopes are grim at the moment, but we are all just praying that the storm will be over soon. Two other team members of the party, James Motson and Marty Python also said, we just have to trust each other and our team leader, and hope to be out as fast as possible. According to sources here at meteorological station, the storm should be past the teams current location in about five to eight days. The only hopes the team has at that moment is that they will have enough fuel and blankets to last this long.
Every effort is being made to help or even retrieve the team, but so far have all been majorly unsuccessful.

Thomas eporting from the Vostok meteorological centre, Antartica.

South Pole Times

SOUTH POLE TIMES

This is Neil here reporting on a dramatic incident in the Antarctica.

DISASTER IN THE POLE

Thursday 27th October 1991

Thomas Craughwell and his crew set of on a life threating expedition to the South Pole. The first few days were fine accept for a few bloopers one of these were that the weather was freezing and one man called Mark McKay fell down a massive hole called a cravas.

But in the heat of all the excitement about them being in the Antarctica, there was a monster approaching the every minute of the day.

30th October 1991
1:30 a.m

Thomas was sleeping in his tent when he heard a massive growl, this was followed by someone was screaming, suddenly a thought came in Thomas head that the monster had gone for Myles because of all the food he was eating and leaving wrappers inside his tent to attract anything. Thomas peeped out and seen Myles being ripped to shreds by the king of the Antarctica a Polar Bear.

The next morning Thomas explained everything. The blood over the snow said it all, they knew that the polar bear had tasted blood and would be back.

They walked on after they had packed up all there stuff. They knew they could not stop because the Polar bear had set them back in time and they had to make it up

Three hours later they heard growling and they turned around and seen the bear. Thomas reached for my shotgun and loaded it. Thomas shot at him and hit him between the eyes. The polar bear turned round again and lunged at him and bit him in the leg, then Thomas put the gun on the bears nose and fired the polar bears brains were blown out.

The remaining crew members were rescued and live happily ever after until next time.

Scares at the Artic

I Mark McKay a reporter from the Arctic Times was out in the Arctic for a very scary incident. Seamas Donnelly and his family were at the Arctic on holidays for one week when a bad thing happened. Well, they were out exploring on ski-bikes when Seamas and his brothers ski-bike broke down and his parents driving off not knowing. Seamas said they ran and ran after them but they were soon far along the snow in the distance. They stayed in the one place thinking that his parents would come back for them but they didnt.

I got very dark and they said they could hear wolves voices coming closer to them from every direction. Seamas started to get afraid, as he was the younger of the two boys. They knew they were in big danger. Then Seamas let out a cry as figures appeared in the dark. They were very big and scary wolves. Their eyes were big and yellow and their teeth as sharp as knives. They looked like they were in a very bad mood.

Seamas brother tried to scare them away with some implements he had in his pocket. This included a penknife, which he through at them and a little popgun used for starting races; it was supposed to be good for calling for help. This would not work and the wolves kept coming closer as if they were controlled by remote or else they hadnt ate anything for days.

Seamas and his brother decided to give up and to become mince meat inside the wolves. The creatures were about one metre away getting ready to pounce on its prey. Then a bright light flew overhead as if it was early morning already and the sun was out. It was the rescue team in a helicopter coming to save my brother and I. The wolves scattered but luckily enough shot before they got away. Seamas and his brother climbed up to the helicopter to find their parents sitting their loo king very worried. When they got back to their cabin, they decided to go back home to Ireland.
I your reporter was from West Germany and the cameraman was from East Germany.

The Polar Bear Attack

I arrived in the North Pole at 3 00 pm. The weather was bitterly cold -20°C and the snow was very heavy. We tried to build tents to make our base camp but because of the weather conditions was a very slow job. It took us about an hour to get our tents set up. When we had the tents up we went inside for shelter and for some hot food.

When we finished our meal we decided to go and explore the surrounding area. After a while we came across a Polar Bear, which was very hungry. We had to run very fast for cover to make sure we did not become his dinner. One of our team members (Neill) slipped as he ran for cover from the Polar Bear. The Bear almost caught him as he scrambled to safety. We shouted and waved our arms to get the Polar Bears attention so that the man that slipped could get to safety. After about one hour the Polar Bear went away. We then quickly headed back to our camp hoping the Bear would not follow us. We all went into our tents and settled down to a good nights sleep in the freezing cold.

The following morning I got up at 7 30 am. Mark Paul, Neill and I went to get wood for our fire. We needed the wood to keep the fire lit in our camp. When we were going for the firewood it started to snow very heavily this made our vision very poor. We could not see any wood so we turned back and headed home to our camp. On our way back to the camp I tripped over something. I got up and looked to see what it was. It was part of a tree trunk. We took the tree trunk back to our camp. We went into our tent for a hot breakfast. After our breakfast we went out for a walk. We were all praying that we would not meet a Polar Bear. It war not snowing at this moment but the temperature was -18°C. We had walked 3 miles so we had decided to go back to our camp. On the way back to our camp it started snowing. I heard a Bear growl nearby. I told everyone to watch out for the Bear. Paul saw the Bear running our way. Paul told me and I told the rest of our team to watch out for the bear. Neill was at the front of the team, the Bear was running towards him but he must not have seen him. The Bear ate Neills leg. We heard a helicopter nearby. I told Paul to climb the tree to try and get help from the helicopter. The Pilot landed and took Neill and the rest of our team home.

Unknown Deaths in the Arctic

Reported by Paul for World News!

Two weeks ago a group of scientists, geologists and photographers set out to the North Pole to do research on its environment but all has gone wrong. The North Pole has always been an attraction to scientists, geologists, photographers and tourists but after what has happened this may well change.
On the fourth day of their expedition in the North pole the team reported in that hey had lost all their equipment in a ferocious blizzard and were in desperate need for help. There were ten men in the expedition there names were, Sean Donnelley, a geologist from Scotland, Peter Smite and Paul Barnett, two adventurers from Whales, Gerard Laquarnte a scientist from France, Todd Philips a geologist from England, Stephan Murphy a photographer from Ireland, James Cameron another photographer also from Ireland, Eddie Car a North and South pole expert, fellow colleague and the worlds most popular but not most beloved billionaire Lance Henrikson from America.
There were only three survivors, Lance Henrikson, James Cameron and Todd Philips. The other seven bodies were all found in deferent places but not far away from each other, one was found with scrap and bite marks which were most likely to have been caused by the polar bears located around the North pole, another one was found frozen under the ice and they other four were found frozen a few metres away from each other, but the final body is mysterious because it was found with bullets in its chest and legs.

So What Happened?

The three survivors were found together un conscious and it was a few days before they could even speak, James Cameron was the first to speak here is what he said to the police, We thought that it would be great fun and that there would be no hazardous blizzards, thats what are weather monitoring equipment told us but it was wrong, at 5: 30pm on the fourth day a blizzard hit us destroying everything except some food supply. We were lucky no one was killed but it was not going to be long before someone would be killed. Travelling for miles and miles in the cold wind we gradually separated with me, Todd, Lance and Ed in one side, we then heard gun shots echoing around us but before we could even think about what had just happened a pack of bears came out of the mist and plunged into Ed, sending him to the ground with ease and as we tried to save him the rest of the bears got in are way growling at us and making a circle around the now lifeless Ed and the bear. The bears did not care about us they were only interested in eating our dear friend, Ed.
When we saw the other four men in the distance we were relieved but at the same time confused about what had happened to the fifth person, as they got closer we realised it was Stephan who was missing and as we went to meet them one fell through the ice. Getting closer we realise it was Paul and rushed towards them, we were so close to reaching them when the bears returned and chased after them, Paul when we reached him had already suffered his fate and died, slowly drifting to the bottom of the ocean floor.
We never heard about what happened to the other men, it was not until we woke up in the hospital a few days later and found that they had died. What puzzles me is what happened to Stephan and was his death to do with those gun shots we heard who knows.

Conclusion

Well who know s what happened, maybe Stephan Murphy was murdered or maybe he killed himself and could this incident be evidence that polar bears in the North pole are vicious or was there a reason for them attacking the team, to this day it remains a mystery.

Polar Bear Attack!

Today I was lying in my tent looking at the roof and I heard noise from outside I went to look to find, a polar bear coming my way, I quickly told the group of people with me what I had seen. We quickly thought of what to do, we ran as fast as we could to get away from it but the ground was to slippy with the ice, luckily I didnt fall but I wasnt far from doing so but one member of my group fell, he was badly hurt and it was unlikely that he could carry on we stopped and ran back to him, he could not walk never mind run, the bear was getting closer so me and two others lifted him onto are shoulders and took him somewhere safe.

We are still running but we are one man down now we hid him away, so that the bear could not find him. We left him food and told him that we would be back for him, it was late by the time we made it back to him we could hardly see a thing but luckily Paul ( a member of the group ) fell over something and it screamed AHH. It was him we got a torch and put a bandage on his leg; we decided to stay there for the night. The next morning there was a massive blizzard and it was really hard to see, the blizzard lasted
- 3 hours -, we gathered are gear and carried on walking, we had problems seeing but the blizzard ended soon after that. Later that day we just heard that there was a weather increase and their was hazards for broken ice. We still carried on walking but watching are every step, we shortly heard that the weather was back to normal so it was safe and are injured man ( Mathew) was better and was able to continue are journey with us.
Declan, reporting from the North Pole

Icebreaker causes deaths

Two men died today in the arctic as a result of an accident. It seems the ices cracked causing the two men to fall into the freezing water. There were rescue attempts made by the rest of their party but they were hampered by the severe weather conditions.

Billy Jones and Alfie Moon were part of the G.W.I.P (Global Warming Issues Party) who were surveying the arctic to research the danger of the melting poles. Billy Jones was from New York, left a wife and two children aged six and two. Alfie Moon was single and lived in London.

The groups had been in the arctic for two weeks and were based at the Thompson observatory; The G.W.I.P set up in 1978 and has been used extensively for research. Their first expedition to the arctic was in 1980. This was the first ever trip that was made to the arctic. Every trip gave them detailed information that can be used to assess the damage being done by global warming and helps to predict what will happen in the future.

The G.W.I.P has extended their sympathy to the mens families and arrangements have been made to fly the bodies home to their countries. The rest of the team has requested that they continue with their research as they feel that their colleagues would have wanted that. They also gave their deepest sympathy and were disappointed that they were unable to save them.

World news express reporter
Matthew

My Big Win

Icy conditions

On the 29th June, I won tickets in a charity raffle to go to the Antarctica with a group of SOS survival members. Loving exploring I was delighted to hear this. The next weekend I set of to the Antarctica. We were told we would be collected two weeks from the fifth of July. From the moment I landed on the icy continent I knew something just wasnt quite right. When we got there one of the survival men called Lenny Mc Nelly showed me how to set up my tent. It was late and after I got my tent set up I headed off to bed.

That night I could not get to sleep because of the cold and the lump of ice sticking into me because of where my tent lay. At 3:00 in the morning the roaring of polar bears awaked me. This reminded me of the bitterness and wilderness of the Antarctica. The wind was howling and battering at the door of my tent. It was about minus twenty-five degrees. Suddenly I was lifted up into the air by a huge gust of wind and thrown back down. I struggled to get out of the tent but somehow I managed. I couldnt open my eyes due to a blizzard hitting me with ice in the face. It was a very scary experience and for a moment I thought I was blinded. I couldnt do anything apart from follow the direction of the dominating winds. I could hear the cries of survival men. This really made me panic. The blizzard slapped me in the face until I kneeled down and gave up. I let go and was bullied into a dark hole that was about one metre deep. At least now I was able to open my eyes but there wasnt much to see apart from darkness. It was there that I shivered and worried until the blizzard died off. I hit myself in the face just in case I was dreaming. Unfortunately I didnt wake up. I felt like was stranded not on another island but on another world.

I reached into my pocket to get a torch that I had. I flicked on the torch and to my surprise I was covered in blood. When I looked more closely I saw that I had a deep wound in my right leg. I could not get out without help because I couldnt walk. But what was I thinking? Where would I get help in the middle of the Antarctica? It was at this stage that I thought I was going to die and that I thought there was no hope left. I sat and yelled for hours in anger and in despair. There was no answer.

A day later I thought I heard a helicopter fly past. Then I heard people talking. I yelled and yelled for help for ages and ages. Then I heard a yell back. I shouted out over here, and the group of people made there way towards me. They must have stopped because I heard someone say, I think Im hearing things. I shouted out again. One member of the group of people walked over and looked down at me. I was so relieved because I could have sworn I would have been dead. The man threw down a rope with a hook on it down to me and told me to attach it to my waist. He and the other people pulled me up and brought me to heat. I was very dehydrated and had a low chance of survival. I was so happy to see my family again. Half of my crew died and I had to go under lots of surgery. Fortunately I lived and only have a few scars to this day, from my adventure in the Antarctica.

Trouble in the Arctic

Reporter Hugh for National Geographic
Eye witness account

I lay there, quiet and still. The Polar winds whipped against the side of our tent like a wake up call. None of us slept long as the wind kept whipping against our tent. All five of us lay in our sleeping bags staring straight up. It wasnt long before Alan; the youngest of our group got out of his sleeping bag and stumbled to the small gas stove at the back of our tent.
Our tent was very big. At one end five sleeping bags lay and at the other: the food, the gas stove and our clothes. It may have been very big but it was easily folded up to the size of a sleeping bag rolled up. Our rucksacks were filled with the food. We had plenty to last us for the rest of our journey.
Alan started up the stove and the rest of us: Pat (a retired Navy SEAL), George (an experienced mountain climber), Joseph (an army colonel), and me (the leader and organizer of the group) scrambled out of our sleeping bags. We fried up some bacon, poached a few eggs and made some toast. Then we grabbed a foldable chair and started to eat.
We finished around 8:30am. Feeling heavy, we crawled to our clothes and got dressed. We pulled on several pairs of trousers and socks, hiking boots, a shirt, a jumper, a fleece and the heaviest but warmest coat in the world. For the first time that day I stepped outside. The wind hit me like a brick wall. I suddenly wanted to go back into the tent. But our job was to set off for the North Pole. With the help of the rest of my group, we packed away our enormous tent, which took about half an hour.
By the time wed set off, it was 9:15am. We walked off into the white horizon, wondering if we would ever reach our destination. We trudged onwards, very slowly, and hunched over like old men, even though George was sixty. It wasnt long before we stopped to rest. The heavy clothing was hard to walk in. while we were settled down, resting and building up the strength to carry on, a blizzard kicked up. All I could hear was the wind howling and all I could see was a white world all around me.
Then I heard a deafening sound. It was Alan screaming. I looked around but I couldnt see anything. I heard him scream again. It sounded like it was from behind me. I turned around and Alan ran past me shouting Polar Bear! I didnt care if it was near or not. We started running.
We ran for a few minutes, looking behind us every so often, even though all we could see was white. When the blizzard cleared and we couldnt see the bear anywhere, we remembered we had left our rucksacks behind because we were so scared. As we marched on towards our bags, George remembered we each had a flare gun. He told us to use them as protection if another bear came along. When we found our bags, they were ripped to shreds. The bear wasnt after us. It just wanted the food in our bags. It had probably smelt the food. We decided to head home as we only had enough food to last us until we got to our boat, were we had more food.
We set off on the long whit road. We knew the direction of the boat and it was about three hours walk to there. We had plenty of time as it was only 10:30am but we would have to walk without stopping. So we walked off into the cold white distance.
We had only been walking for about an hour when another blizzard kicked up. It was hard to see without our goggles, never mind with them. But as long as we walked in the right direction we were fine. Then I heard another deafening sound. But this time it wasnt a scream. It was a roar. I turned around just in time to see Joseph knocked flying by a polar bear. We all stood frozen in fear, staring at this humongous beast swinging its paw at Joseph.
Pat was the first to react. He pulled out his flare gun and fired. He missed the bear but the explosion of flames and sparks were enough to scare away the bear. We all rushed over to Joseph, pulled out bandages and started wrapping wounds. He had only got cuts on his arms as he used them to protect his torso. We helped him up but he had hurt his leg from the fall and Alan had to help him walk. By now it was 11:30am and it would still take us another three hours as Joseph couldnt walk very fast.
It may have been the longest walk of my life but it was worth it. The blizzard had cleared hours ago and the boat was now in sight. I let out a sigh of relief as the thought of walking any more made me feel like collapsing. I felt like breaking into a run but I knew it would waste what little energy I had left as we had run out of food an hour ago. We walked to our boat and found it exactly as we had left it, only covered in more snow.
We clambered aboard, went into the cabin and started up the engine. The warmth quickly filled up the cramped cabin as we headed for the nearest port in Norway. I soon fell asleep to the silent hum of the engine. I dreamed of our group. We were standing at exactly 0° North, at the top of the world, miles from civilisation, on a big lump of pure white in the Arctic Ocean.
I was woken to the sound of a boats horn. I stood up and looked around me. We were in Norway, but Id never seen this amount of people in Norway before. There were paparazzi from every corner of the globe. I saw BBC reporters, CNN news vans and reporters from hundreds of different newspapers. By now it was 7:30pm. I spent the next half an hour answering questions from hundreds of people. To tell the truth, I couldnt have been bothered. I just wanted to get a proper meal into me and then curl up into a nice, warm bed.
After the questioning, we went t a nearby hotel, where we were more than welcome. We all ordered steaks, which we quickly ate. We then decided to have an early night because we were all physically destroyed. By 9pm the rest of my group were asleep. Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought of todays events. It was one of the scariest days of my life. Losing food to a polar bear, which nearly made us freeze to death and nearly watching Joseph being ripped into pieces. I was glad the day was finally over. Or was it? I heard the paparazzi rapping at the door. They must have tracked me down but I just ignored them and drifted off to sleep.

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