After the sinking of endurance, with shackelton and creane long succumbed to rum induced reverie, three misplaced souls temporarily sought solace on elephant island. In solitude they began to recognise the words whispered by the wind for weeks as instruction. They crafted songs detailing their departure and derailment, songs so beautifully intricate and dense they actually formed a boat fit for sailing. Climbing aboard, they found their lively din did steer the ship back to irish shores. It was there, around a succession of midnight fires, that they began the melting of elephant island.