...about the North Pole

Hi!! Wooo two posts in the same week… seems like I’m doing my homework haha
This time the writing is about a traumatic expedition to the North Pole… Enjoy it!
[This isn’t real ok? It’s just a writing (fiction) which I did for my English class]

"An incredible and sad story"


Hello! My name is John Steward and I’m a marine biologist. I’m also professor at the Millersville University of Pennsylvania. In spite of the benefits and satisfactions that teaching offers me, I still think that this isn’t the best job for me.
Years ago, I used to be an investigator, but after suffering a traumatic experience I had to resign. It happened on 1977, when I was 27 years old. At that time, I was already graduated and I was member of some investigations. Then, one rainy morning, I got a phone call. My superior and some classmates were forming a team and preparing an expedition to the North Pole; they were needing a computer genius so they had decided to invite me. I though it would be an amazing experience, so I accepted it immediately.
After a week, on March 5th, we began our trip. As the North Pole is an inaccessible area, it took us almost two days to arrive there. First we had to travel 3 hours by bus to the airport, and then we had to take a plane to the Borneo floating base. There we boarded a plane called Antonov 74, which is the only airfreight able to fly across places with bad conditions weather.
When we finally arrived, it was really cold, almost -20ºC. In spite of being day all time (it was always day because it was summer; while in winter is always night, there’s no day light), the temperature didn’t change, it was very cold and I suffered it a lot because I wasn’t used to it.
We spent two months there; we created good memories and we collected a lot of information for our research. But we also witnessed a sadly success…
It happened in the third week, when my team and I were looking fish’s species. I heard a loud crying behind us, so I turned back and I saw him: a lonely baby seal was following us. I was shocked. That was a defenceless and cute animal, just asking us for help.
We didn’t know what to do. Still frightened, I proposed to take him with us to some zoological garden in the city, but my classmates objected it. After some discussions, we decided to look for some seal’s herd where we could leave him.
Four days had passed and we hadn’t found any other seal yet. Meanwhile, the seal was staying in our shack. Day by day, we all became very fond of him; the idea of leaving him was becoming a difficult work. So, when we finally found a herd, it took us a time to say goodbye.
When we came back, everything was different. That baby seal had deeply touched my heart and feelings; I will never forget him. In spite of being the most shocking experience I’ve ever had, I think I couldn’t go through anything like this again. That’s why I decided to become a teacher, even if it’s hard.