Dear Shackleton,

                               I would be honoured to join you on your expedition to   the unknown lands of the South Pole. I had the best grades in my private school and my teachers said I’m ‘to smart for my own good’. I am great at getting my way and commanding my troops as well as that I’m able to work an engine roar even if it’s long gone. I was always told that I make a mean vindaloo (the secret ingredient is chicken feet I know it sounds weird but it’s lovely). On my previous expeditions I was told that I was clever, competitive and creative therefore I should be the Captain on the Endurance (great name by the way).                                                             

                                                                                                      Sincerely,Frank Worsley