Frank Arthur Worsley (1872 - 1943)
Captain of the
1914-17 - 42 at the start of the expedition
Ernest Shackleton 1921 - 1922
The Endurance Expedition
Frank Worsley was pleasingly possessed of some eccentricities - claiming that his cabin was too stuffy, for instance, and sleeping every night on the passageway floor.
In the 1931 book "Endurance" he writes:
"One night I dreamed that Burlington
Street was full of ice blocks and that I was navigating
a ship along it. Next morning I awoke and hurried along
to Burlington Street. A sign on a door caught my eye. It
bore the words "Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition". I
turned into the building, Shackleton was there, and after
a few minutes conversation he announced "Your Engaged"
In 1914 at the age of 42, he joined Shackleton's 1914-17 "Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition" as the master of the Endurance, the expedition ship. As a captain of a ship however, his skills were somewhat stretched, by the time Shackleton joined the ship at South America, Worsley was effectively made second in command due to his ineffective handling of indiscipline and inappropriate behaviour in the crew. True to form however, this was handled diplomatically by Shackleton and effectively played down, Worsley would move than prove his worth later in the expedition.
When the Endurance was lost, crushed by the pack ice in the Weddell Sea, Worsley took charge of one of the lifeboats, the Dudley Docker and guided the crew towards a distant speck on the far distant and unseen speck on the horizon that was Elephant Island. Shortly after arriving on Elephant Island, Worsley accompanied Shackleton and a small party on another lifeboat, the James Caird on a sixteen day journey to South Georgia to fetch help for the rest of the men stranded on Elephant Island.
This was a remarkable feat of navigation as well as of seamanship and perseverance by the men. Worsley was only able to take a navigational reading every few days due to weather conditions, a small error would have meant the James Caird heading into open ocean with no hope of rescue for anyone.
Frank Worsley was a New Zealander, born in Akaroa. He became an apprentice to the merchant navy at the age of 15 serving on both sailing and steam ships.
He returned to sea after the Endurance expedition, commanding "Q boats" in the First World War - anti-submarine boats disguised as merchant shipping. He was twice decorated for anti-submarine action, once with the D.S.O.
Worsley, known to his intimates as Depth-Charge Bill, owing to his success with that particular method of destroying German submarines, has the Distinguished Service Order and three submarines to his credit.
Worsley became part of the North Russia Expeditionary Force at the request of Shackleton In late October 1918. This was an Endurance reunion as Shackleton, Wild , Macklin, Hussey and McIlroy were also part of the same force. Worsley won the D.S.O. for the second time for leading a daring land raid against the Bolsheviks.
Shackleton from "South":
On my return, after the rescue of the survivors of the Ross Sea Party, I offered my services to the Government, and was sent on a mission to South America. When this was concluded I was commissioned as Major and went to North Russia in charge of Arctic Equipment and Transport, having with me Worsley, Stenhouse, Hussey, Macklin, and Brocklehurst, who was to have come South with us, but who, as a regular officer, rejoined his unit on the outbreak of war. He has been wounded three times and was in the retreat from Mons. Worsley was sent across to the Archangel front, where he did excellent work, and the others served with me on the Murmansk front. The mobile columns there had exactly the same clothing, equipment, and sledging food as we had on the Expedition. No expense was spared to obtain the best of everything for them, and as a result not a single case of avoidable frost-bite was reported.
After the war, Worsley was involved in Shackleton's last expedition on the Quest, cut short by Shackleton's death on South Georgia. Like Shackleton, Worsley was bad with his own finances and for several years earned money by giving lectures about the Endurance expedition, he commentated on Shackleton's film "South" released in 1919.
In 1925 he became joint leader of an Arctic expedition to Franz Josef Land and in 1935 was part of a treasure hunting expedition in the Cocos Islands.
Despite retiring from the sea in 1939, he remained a Royal naval reserve officer and continued to instruct at the Royal Naval College in Greenwich until his death in 1943. He had secured a job on a merchant ship called the "Dalriada" working at Sheerness in 1941 by lying about his age, he claimed to be just 65, when he really was 70!, unfortunately he lost the job once found out.
He died of cancer of the lung in February 1943, just a few days after diagnosis. His was cremation at Woking and the memorial service at Greenwich College Chapel was as grand an affair as would expected for someone with Worsley's maritime history. His ashes were scattered at sea near the mouth of the River Thames.
Another beautiful day, though nearly so light as yesterday. There was much pressure going on , so Captain Worsley and Clarke went over to watch it. Captain Worsley is our skipper. He is a vital spark. His activity and keenness are extraordinary. In accidentally wintering here he is achieving a lifelong ambition. I am sure he must be an invaluable helpmate to Sir Ernest.
A New Zealander by birth, he is of Yorkshire extraction. About 44 years of age, he looks ever so much younger and is far more nimble than most men half his age. Although some fellows are a little inclined to chaff him rather uncharitably about his little whims, his excess of zeal and his over-anxiety to make sensational discoveries, yet there is no doubt that everyone recognises his undoubted suitability fo the post he holds.
Personally I have always found him a sound counselor and a firm friend and I have a great respect for him, but it must be admitted that some of our members are experiencing submission to discipline for the first time and do not perhaps realise its advantages quite so easily as those of us who have spent a good many years in H.M. service.
The skippers's principal whims were his eagerness to announce at every port at which we touched on the way out that this was "Sir Ernest Shackleton's flag ship Endurance bound for the Antarctic on a voyage of discovery", and his persistence in declaring that the cabins etc. on board are stuffy that he has to sleep outside in the passages, which is what he actually does : but he is very much "all there" in spite of these quaint little peculiarities, and after all who has not their own idiosyncrasies when one comes to examine ones self.
Lately I have taken in hand the hairless pates of our skipper and another member, rubbing Vaseline into them and massaging them for five to 10 minutes nightly. It is too early to report results. Last night I was prepared to "do" the skipper. Captain Worsley, but as he was not ready I sat down and read for a while. Presently he said , "Now then colonel, if you'll be so good", and so up I got and put down my book and went across to him. At that moment someone came in with whom the skipper engaged himself in conversation for several minutes, and then dived into the nautical almanac for another period of several minutes.
With that, and my hands all vaseliney, I got all huffy, slammed the Vaseline tin with a snap, wiped my hands on the captains spotlessly clean towel, and resumed my book, "Words" began to pass between us , and the situation became a little strained , but fortunately before we reached the stage of an interchange of nomenclature we both saw the humour of the situation, be it said to our lasting credit, and although he would not thereafter permit me to rub his bald spot, nor I condescended to do it, we parted amicably and wished each other the customary cordial "good night".
Captain Worsley in the Dudley Docker, too stuck to his post gallantly hour by hour, steering his boat skillfully to safety, sitting up in the stern wet through to the skin. Lt. Hudson and Crean, who steered the Stancomb Wills alternately, are likewise deserving of the highest praise.
- The situation became dangerous that night. We pushed
into the pack in the hope of reaching open water beyond,
and found ourselves after dark in a pool which was growing
smaller and smaller. The ice was grinding around the ship
in the heavy swell, and I watched with some anxiety for
any indication of a change of wind to the east, since a
breeze from that quarter would have driven us towards the
land. Worsley and I were on deck all night,
dodging the pack. At 3 a.m. we ran south, taking advantage
of some openings that had appeared, but met heavy rafted
pack-ice, evidently old; some of it had been subjected to
- A lizard-like head would show while the killer gazed
along the floe with wicked eyes. Then the brute would dive,
to come up a few moments later, perhaps, under some unfortunate
seal reposing on the ice. Worsley examined
a spot where a killer had smashed a hole 8 ft. by 12 ft.
in 12 and a half in. of hard ice, covered by 2 and a half
in. of snow. Big blocks of ice had been tossed on to the
floe surface. Wordie, engaged in measuring the thickness
of young ice, went through to his waist one day just as
a killer rose to blow in the adjacent lead. His companions
pulled him out hurriedly.
- Worsley took a party to the floe on
the 26th and started building a line of igloos and "dogloos"
round the ship. These little buildings were constructed,
Esquimaux fashion, of big blocks of ice, with thin sheets
for the roofs. Boards or frozen sealskins were placed over
all, snow was piled on top and pressed into the joints,
and then water was thrown over the structures to make everything
firm. The ice was packed down flat inside and covered with
snow for the dogs, which preferred, however, to sleep outside
except when the weather was extraordinarily severe. The
tethering of the dogs was a simple matter. The end of a
chain was buried about eight inches in the snow, some fragments
of ice were pressed around it, and a little water poured
over all. The icy breath of the Antarctic cemented it in
a few moments.
- I took the ship back over our course for four miles,
to a point where some looser pack gave faint promise of
a way through; but, after battling for three hours with
very heavy hummocked ice and making four miles to the south,
we were brought up by huge blocks and floes of very old
pack. Further effort seemed useless at that time, and I
gave the order to bank fires after we had moored the Endurance
to a solid floe. The weather was clear, and some enthusiastic
football-players had a game on the floe until, about midnight,
Worsley dropped through a hole in rotten
ice while retrieving the ball. He had to be retrieved himself.
- The Endurance made some progress on the following day.
Long leads of open water ran towards the south-west, and
the ship smashed at full speed through occasional areas
of young ice till brought up with a heavy thud against a
section of older floe. Worsley was out
on the jib-boom end for a few minutes while Wild was conning
the ship, and he came back with a glowing account of a novel
sensation. The boom was swinging high and low and from side
to side, while the massive bows of the ship smashed through
the ice, splitting it across, piling it mass on mass and
then shouldering it aside. The air temperature was 37° Fahr.,
pleasantly warm, and the water temperature 29° Fahr.
- "Since noon the character of the pack has improved,"
wrote Worsley on this day. "Though the
leads are short, the floes are rotten and easily broken
through if a good place is selected with care and judgment.
In many cases we find large sheets of young ice through
which the ship cuts for a mile or two miles at a stretch.
I have been conning and working the ship from the crow's-nest
and find it much the best place, as from there one can see
ahead and work out the course beforehand, and can also guard
the rudder and propeller, the most vulnerable parts of a
ship in the ice. At midnight, as I was sitting in the
tub' I heard a clamorous noise down on the deck, with ringing
of bells, and realized that it was the New Year."
Worsley came down from his lofty seat and
met Wild, Hudson, and myself on the bridge, where we shook
hands and wished one another a happy and successful New
Year. Since entering the pack on December 11 we had come
480 miles, through loose and close pack-ice.
- The two subjects of most interest to us were our rate
of drift and the weather. Worsley took
observations of the sun whenever possible, and his results
showed conclusively that the drift of our floe was almost
entirely dependent upon the winds and not much affected
by currents. Our hope, of course, was to drift northwards
to the edge of the pack and then, when the ice was loose
enough, to take to the boats and row to the nearest land.
We started off in fine style, drifting north about twenty
miles in two or three days in a howling south-westerly blizzard.
- The increasing sea made it necessary for us to drag
the boats farther up the beach. This was a task for all
hands, and after much labour we got the boats into safe
positions among the rocks and made fast the painters to
big boulders. Then I discussed with Wild and Worsley
the chances of reaching South Georgia before the
winter locked the seas against us. Some effort had to be
made to secure relief. Privation and exposure had left their
mark on the party, and the health and mental condition of
several men were causing me serious anxiety. Blackborow's
feet, which had been frost-bitten during the boat journey,
were in a bad way, and the two doctors feared that an operation
would be necessary.
- The case required to be argued in some detail, since
all hands knew that the perils of the proposed journey were
extreme. The risk was justified solely by our urgent need
of assistance. The ocean south of Cape Horn in the middle
of May is known to be the most tempestuous storm-swept area
of water in the world. The weather then is unsettled, the
skies are dull and overcast, and the gales are almost unceasing.
We had to face these conditions in a small and weather-beaten
boat, already strained by the work of the months that had
passed. Worsley and Wild realized that
the attempt must be made, and they both asked to be allowed
to accompany me on the voyage. I told Wild at once that
he would have to stay behind. I relied upon him to hold
the party together while I was away and to make the best
of his way to Deception Island with the men in the spring
in the event of our failure to bring help. Worsley
II would take with me, for I had a very high opinion
of his accuracy and quickness as a navigator, and especially
in the snapping and working out of positions in difficult
circumstances Âan opinion that was only enhanced during
the actual journey. Four other men would be required, and
I decided to call for volunteers, although, as a matter
of fact, I pretty well knew which of the people I would
select. Crean I proposed to leave on the island as a right-hand
man for Wild, but he begged so hard to be allowed to come
in the boat that, after consultation with Wild, I promised
to take him. I called the men together, explained my plan,
and asked for volunteers. Many came forward at once. Some
were not fit enough for the work that would have to be done,
and others would not have been much use in the boat since
they were not seasoned sailors, though the experiences of
recent months entitled them to some consideration as seafaring
men. McIlroy and Macklin were both anxious to go but realized
that their duty lay on the island with the sick men. They
suggested that I should take Blackborow in order that he
might have shelter and warmth as quickly as possible, but
I had to veto this idea. It would be hard enough for fit
men to live in the boat. Indeed, I did not see how a sick
man, lying helpless in the bottom of the boat, could possibly
survive in the heavy weather we were sure to encounter.
I finally selected McNeish, McCarthy, and Vincent in addition
to Worsley and Crean. The crew seemed a
strong one, and as I looked at the men I felt confidence
- The decision made, I walked through the blizzard with
Worsley and Wild to examine the James Caird.
The 20-ft. boat had never looked big; she appeared to have
shrunk in some mysterious way when I viewed her in the light
of our new undertaking. She was an ordinary ship's whaler,
fairly strong, but showing signs of the strains she had
endured since the crushing of the Endurance.
- The weather was fine on April 23, and we hurried forward
our preparations. It was on this day I decided finally that
the crew for the James Caird should consist of Worsley,
Crean, McNeish, McCarthy, Vincent, and myself. A storm came
on about noon, with driving snow and heavy squalls. Occasionally
the air would clear for a few minutes, and we could see
a line of pack-ice, five miles out, driving across from
west to east. This sight increased my anxiety to get away
quickly. Winter was advancing, and soon the pack might close
completely round the island and stay our departure for days
or even for weeks, I did not think that ice would remain
around Elephant Island continuously during the winter, since
the strong winds and fast currents would keep it in motion.
We had noticed ice and bergs, going past at the rate of
four or five knots. A certain amount of ice was held up
about the end of our spit, but the sea was clear where the
boat would have to be launched.
- Worsley, Wild, and I climbed to the
summit of the seaward rocks and examined the ice from a
better vantage-point than the beach offered. The belt of
pack outside appeared to be sufficiently broken for our
purposes, and I decided that, unless the conditions forbade
it, we would make a start in the James Caird on the following
morning. Obviously the pack might close at any time. This
decision made, I spent the rest of the day looking over
the boat, gear, and stores, and discussing plans with
Worsley and Wild.
- The wind dropped, the snow-squalls became less
frequent, and the sea moderated. When the morning of the
seventh day dawned there was not much wind. We shook the
reef out of the sail and laid our course once more for South
Georgia. The sun came out bright and clear, and presently
Worsley got a snap for longitude. We hoped
that the sky would remain clear until noon, so that we could
get the latitude. We had been six days out without an observation,
and our dead reckoning naturally was uncertain.
- We revelled in the warmth of the sun that day. Life
was not so bad, after all. We felt we were well on our way.
Our gear was drying, and we could have a hot meal in comparative
comfort. The swell was still heavy, but it was not breaking
and the boat rode easily. At noon Worsley
balanced himself on the gunwale and clung with one hand
to the stay of the mainmast while he got a snap of the sun.
The result was more than encouraging. We had done over 380
miles and were getting on for half-way to South Georgia.
It looked as though we were going to get through.
- On the tenth night Worsley could not
straighten his body after his spell at the tiller. He was
thoroughly cramped, and we had to drag him beneath the decking
and massage him before he could unbend himself and get into
- We found that a big hole had been burned in the bottom
of Worsley's reindeer sleeping-bag during
the night. Worsley had been awakened by
a burning sensation in his feet, and had asked the men near
him if his bag was all right; they looked and could see
nothing wrong. We were all superficially frostbitten about
the feet, and this condition caused the extremities to burn
painfully, while at the same time sensation was lost in
the skin. Worsley thought that the uncomfortable
heat of his feet was due to the frost-bites, and he stayed
in his bag and presently went to sleep again. He discovered
when he turned out in the morning that the tussock-grass
which we had laid on the floor of the cave had smouldered
outwards from the fire and had actually burned a large hole
in the bag beneath his feet. Fortunately, his feet were
- During the morning of this day (May 13) Worsley
and I tramped across the hills in a north-easterly
direction with the object of getting a view of the sound
and possibly gathering some information that would be useful
to us in the next stage of our journey. It was exhausting
work, but after covering about 2 and a half miles in two
hours, we were able to look east, up the bay. We could not
see very much of the country that we would have to cross
in order to reach the whaling-station on the other side
of the island. We had passed several brooks and frozen tarns,
and at a point where we had to take to the beach on the
shore of the sound we found some wreckage, an 18-ft. pine-spar
(probably part of a ship's topmast), several pieces of timber,
and a little model of a ship's hull, evidently a child's
toy. We wondered what tragedy that pitiful little plaything
indicated. We encountered also some gentoo penguins and
a young sea-elephant, which Worsley killed.
- A fresh west-south-westerly breeze was blowing on the
following morning (Wednesday, May 17), with misty squalls,
sleet, and rain. I took Worsley with me
on a pioneer journey to the west with the object of examining
the country to be traversed at the beginning of the overland
journey. We went round the seaward end of the snouted glacier,
and after tramping about a mile over stony ground and snow-coated
debris, we crossed some big ridges of scree and moraines.
We found that there was good going for a sledge as far as
the north-east corner of the bay, but did not get much information
regarding the conditions farther on owing to the view becoming
obscured by a snow-squall. We waited a quarter of an hour
for the weather to clear but were forced to turn back without
having seen more of the country. I had satisfied myself,
however, that we could reach a good snow-slope leading apparently
to the inland ice. Worsley reckoned from
the chart that the distance from our camp to Husvik, on
an east magnetic course, was seventeen geographical miles,
but we could not expect to follow a direct line. The carpenter
started making a sledge for use on the overland journey.
The materials at his disposal were limited in quantity and
scarcely suitable in quality.
- We overhauled our gear on Thursday, May 18; and hauled our sledge to the lower edge of the snouted glacier. The vehicle proved heavy and cumbrous. We had to lift it empty over bare patches of rock along the shore, and I realized that it would be too heavy for three men to manage amid the snow-plains, glaciers, and peaks of the interior. Worsley and Crean were coming with me, and after consultation we decided to leave the sleeping-bags behind us and make the journey in very light marching order. We would take three days' provisions for each man in the form of sledging ration and biscuit. The food was to be packed in three sacks, so that each member of the party could carry his own supply. Then we were to take the Primus lamp filled with oil, the small cooker, the carpenter's adze (for use as an ice-axe), and the alpine rope, which made a total length of fifty feet when knotted. We might have to lower ourselves down steep slopes or cross crevassed glaciers. The filled lamp would provide six hot meals, which would consist of sledging ration boiled up with biscuit. There were two boxes of matches left, one full and the other partially used. We left the full box with the men at the camp and took the second box, which contained forty-eight matches. I was unfortunate as regarded footgear, since I had given away my heavy Burberry boots on the floe, and had now a comparatively light pair in poor condition. The carpenter assisted me by putting several screws in the sole of each boot with the object of providing a grip on the ice. The screws came out of the James Caird.
Landmarks named after Frank Arthur WorsleyFeature Name: Worsley Icefalls
Feature Type: Class: Glacier
Description: Icefalls near the head of Nimrod Glacier.
Feature Name: Mount Worsley
Feature Type: Summit
Description: Mountain, 1,105 m, on the W side of Briggs Glacier in South Georgia.
Elevation( ft/m ): 3625 / 1105
Feature Name: Cape Worsley
Feature Type: Cape
Description: Dome-shaped cape 225 m high with snow-free cliffs on the S and E sides, lying 10 mi E of the S end of Detroit Plateau on the E coast of Graham Land.
Elevation( ft/m ): 738 / 225
Other Crew of the Endurance Expedition
William - Able Seaman
Blackborow, Percy - Stowaway (later steward)
Cheetham, Alfred - Third Officer
Clark, Robert S. - Biologist
Crean, Thomas - Second Officer
Green, Charles J. - Cook
Greenstreet, Lionel - First Officer
Holness, Ernest - Fireman/stoker
How, Walter E. - Able Seaman
Hudson, Hubert T. - Navigator
Hurley, James Francis (Frank) - Official Photographer
Hussey, Leonard D. A. - Meteorologist
James, Reginald W. - Physicist
Kerr, Alexander. J. - Second Engineer
Dr. Alexander H. - Surgeon
Marston, George E. - Official Artist
McCarthy, Timothy - Able Seaman
McIlroy, Dr. James A. - Surgeon
McLeod, Thomas - Able Seaman
McNish, Henry - Carpenter
Orde-Lees, Thomas - Motor Expert and Storekeeper
Rickinson, Lewis - First Engineer
Shackleton, Ernest H. - Expedition Leader
Stephenson, William - Fireman/stoker
Vincent, John - Able Seaman
Wild, Frank - Second in Command
Wordie, James M. - Geologist
Worsley, Frank - Captain
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Kenneth Branagh (2002) - DVD
Shackleton's Antarctic Adventure (2001)
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The Endurance - Shackleton's Legendary Expedition (2000)
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Endurance : Shackleton's Incredible Voyage
Alfred Lansing (Preface) - Book
South with Endurance: Frank Hurley - official photographer
South! Ernest Shackleton Shackleton's own words
Shackleton's Way: Leadership Lessons from the Great Antarctic Explorer
Shackleton's Boat Journey: The narrative of Frank Worsley
biography by Roland
The Quest for Frank Wild, biography by Angie Butler
The Endurance : Shackleton's Legendary Antarctic Expedition
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