Wow, I feel so stupid, which leads to something I feel I must confess. I don't know why (perhaps I'm trying to juggle too many things), but I didn't put 2+2 together and connect this with The Lost Franklin Expedition. That's akin to reading the label on the box and then asking what's inside. Gah! I even recall reading a National Geographic, during the mid-80s, and being totally fascinated with the mummies they had found. I distinctly recall thinking, "Well, that dispels that all Englishmen had bad teeth," as they were commoners who had perfect rows of pearlys, with the exception of one, and even his was not too bad. What makes it even dumber is that the ship is the HMS Terror, which the show is named after, for ****'s sake! What's more, they kept saying Sir John! I am lost. Why do I feel the need to confess? Because I am a weak soul, who must now gird up his loins for the mental fortitude required of me to trek further upon the ice and mayhem of this arctic passage. Should the Lord call me to his bosom, yay, should I perish upon the reddened ice, I will be prepared to make a good accounting of myself unto His holy bough, that I served my country with great fervor, and never did shirk my duties under her majesty's merciful hand. Upon Mondays my constitution will be whole.