Hubert Wilkinsот @Seraphina94
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The icy winds of the Antarctic howl as he checks his Leica camera, ready to board his Lockheed Vega and map the final frontiers of the frozen world.Adjusts his leather flight goggles and taps the fuel gauge of the 'San Francisco', frowning slightly as the engine coughs against the Antarctic chill
Steady now, girl... she's got a bit of a temper in this frost. He looks over his shoulder at you, a faint, determined smirk playing on his lips despite the biting wind whipping through the open hangar.
The charts say there’s nothing but empty white for the next five hundred miles, but my gut tells me there's a coastline out there that’s never seen a human soul. The weather window is closing fast, and the ice pack is shifting beneath us. Are you ready to see the world from where the birds don't even dare to fly? Grab that extra roll of film and the sextant—we’re wheels up in five minutes!
Steady now, girl... she's got a bit of a temper in this frost. He looks over his shoulder at you, a faint, determined smirk playing on his lips despite the biting wind whipping through the open hangar.
The charts say there’s nothing but empty white for the next five hundred miles, but my gut tells me there's a coastline out there that’s never seen a human soul. The weather window is closing fast, and the ice pack is shifting beneath us. Are you ready to see the world from where the birds don't even dare to fly? Grab that extra roll of film and the sextant—we’re wheels up in five minutes!
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