Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings, and Mysteries - 185. Shipwreck: A Tale Of Survival and Cannibalism

Episode Date: July 23, 2026

In 1864, two ships wrecked on opposite ends of Auckland Island. A frozen, abandoned archipelago south of New Zealand. The Grafton's five-man crew built a cabin, held elections, and taught each other languages for eighteen months. Twenty miles away, the Invercauld's twenty-five-man crew collapsed into starvation and cannibalism, and the one sailor who fought to keep them alive was erased from every published account.TW: Cannibalism, mention of animal huntingSubscribe on⁠ Patreon⁠ to become a member of our Rogue Detecting Society and enjoy ad-free listening, monthly bonus content, merch discounts and more. Members of our High Council on Patreon also have access to our weekly after-show, Footnotes, where I share my case file with our producer, Matt.You can also enjoy many of these same perks, including ad-free listening and bonus content when you subscribe on Apple Podcasts.Follow on⁠ Tik Tok⁠ and⁠ Instagram⁠ for a daily dose of horror. 

Welcome back to another episode of Harsars Pounding, Dark Summer Edition. As always, I'm your host, Kailen Moore. Before we get in today's episode, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who listened to our Alpine Divorce episode from last week and reached out. I heard so many stories from a lot of you about being on hikes with someone who tried to leave you behind, and it was honestly terrifying. One story I got was from someone who wrote, I haven't experienced the Alpine Divorce while hiking, but my ex-partner would frequently

leave me behind walking after we had a baby. One time I was carrying the baby and walking our little dog on a leash when my partner decided to cut through a private property during a walk. I followed because he was familiar with the area, but he quickly sped off. The property owner's dogs attacked my dog and I got bitten while holding my baby over my head. The owners came out and looked at me like I was crazy for suddenly appearing in their yard. I was confused and scared and had jerked my dog up by her neck with the leash to save her. He also disappeared while walking with me at a a music festival while I was pregnant in Canada. We lived in Virginia, not even in the same country. Needless to say, I stopped going anywhere with him without my own car and eventually stopped going

anywhere with him. Wow, you guys have truly been through a lot. But thank you for listening and thank you for sharing your stories. Now, for today's episode, there's nothing more summery than an island. Think sitting on the beach, wind in your hair, nothing but ocean for miles on either side of you. But today, I'm going to flip that image on its head a little bit. Because I want to tell you about an abandoned island, floating in uncharted waters in the South Pacific, and about the ship that crashed onto its shores. I want to tell you about the horrors that unfolded after the fact. And the plot twist to this story that no one saw coming, not even me.

But before we get into it, I wanted to announce that the High Council on Patreon voted that our bonus episode this month is going to be all about dark tourism. I've just started the research on this, and I cannot believe what people travel around the world to do. And I don't think you'll be able to believe it either. It's a perfect topic for summer. And if you want to help pick our bonus episodes every month, you can join the High Council tier on Patreon. And if you want to listen, you can join Apple podcast subscriptions or Patreon with a free trial. I've set up free trials for both.

So it's a great time to join. We also just announced that our book club, which meets on the Patreon free tier, is meeting on August 7th at 12 p.m. Pacific. We're reading incidents around the house by Josh Mallerman, which is going to be other mommy. You know, the trailer just came out for that movie. You might have seen it. Come, join us, chat with us. It's going to be a good time. Okay, I'll see you guys over there after this episode.

But for now, let's get into it. It was just past sundown on May 10, 1864, and this was about to be the worst day of Robert Holdings' life. He was standing on the deck of the Invercald, a giant wooden ship heading from Melbourne, Australia to Peru. the fog was so thick that the sea and the sky had become the same gray nothing. The voyage would be rough and vomit-inducing, but by the end of it, Robert would be able to finally make it back home to England. He was 23 years old, English, and he had been aboard the Inver called for exactly one week.

He didn't really know the other sailors on this ship. They were mostly Scotsmen, and they had been sailing together much longer than Robert had been on the ship. So Robert was a real outsider, and he was just looking for a ride home. The Invercald was a really big ship. It was over 800 tons. It had three iron masts, wire rigging instead of rope.

She was built to haul freight across really rough seas, and her crew of 25 had every reason to trust her. That day, Captain George Del Garno knew that the weather was starting to turn, so he cranked the wheel around to try to get out of the worst of the oncoming storm. But that's when he heard someone scream from the bow in a panicked voice.

land. To the side of the boat, materializing out of the fog like a wall, were these big sheer cliffs, and the boat was now heading straight towards them. Captain Del Garno had estimated that they were near the southwestern tip of Auckland Island, which was a cluster of sub-Antarctic islands roughly 290 miles south of New Zealand. He ordered first mate Andrew Smith to turn hard to starboard and just clear the island altogether. But the captain had guessed their position wrong. By about 20 miles. They weren't south of the island. They were north. And now they had turned straight into the rocks. Every man rushed to the deck. Robert was thrown back and forth with each wave. He could barely keep on his feet. The rain started coming down hard. It was sideways. It was freezing.

And the current was dragging them closer and closer to the cliffs every single moment. Captain Del Garno sent the sailors to unfurl every sail they had. They needed all the pull they could get to get away from the coast. But it just wasn't enough. Captain Del Garno screamed for the anchor to be dropped in a last effort to avoid the cliffs. But it was too late. The hull struck the reefs hard, the front of the ship caved in, the three iron masks collapsed onto the deck, and the weight of them, hundreds of pounds of metal, dragged every inch of the rigging and the sail into the water. The Inver called broke apart fast. The last thing that Robert saw on the worst day of his life was the icy water, meeting his face.

Or so he thought. Roberts had bobbed above the water, and he realized he wasn't dead after all. He dragged himself onto a narrow beach in the dark, a blanket of dense fog was now covering everything. And for a moment, he actually thought that he was the only one who had survived. But then these shapes began appearing on the coast, and he could see men pulling themselves from the surf one by one.

And he recognized a couple of them. There was second mate James Mahoney, The Cook, there was a pair of cabin boys, there was also Captain Del Garno and Andrew Smith. Robert counted this group in his head. 19. 19 men had made it to shore, which meant that six of them had gone down with the ship. Now, the beach that this crew found themselves on was a strip of sand that was backed by a cliff face that rose straight up into the sky and then vanished into the clouds.

They couldn't see it, but this was basically what the whole. horrible island was like, just rugged cliffs that dropped straight into the water. It's an impossible island to cross by foot. And the only thing that this crew had left of their ship was a fragment of the stern. It was barely visible. And a search of the shore turned up two pounds of waterlogged biscuits and three pounds of salted pork. That was it. 19 men and five pounds of food. All stuck on this abandoned island that ships intentionally tried to avoid. It would have been easy for Robert to have just sat down and given up in that moment. But depression hates a moving target.

So in a burst of survival-driven adrenaline, he got to work. He collected driftwood. He built a shelter against the overhang of a cliff, five feet by eight, and all 19 men crammed into it. Next, he needed to build a fire. Two matchbooks had survived the wreck, but most of the matches were soaking wet. And that's when first mate Andrew Smith had the bright idea to dry these matches,

by the fire. And of course, half of the box caught fire and was destroyed immediately. Robert was able to grab the remaining matches out of Smith's hand, but that's when he came to the terrifying realization that not only was he stranded on this island, but most of these guys were idiots. But Robert thought that might be okay, because at least they all had a leader, Captain Del Garno. Sure, he was kind of the reason they were there in the first place due to his navigational guest admits, but maybe he could help the men organize until help somehow found them. But five days passed, and then six, and Captain Del Garno gave no orders, no instructions, he didn't even try to come up with a plan. Instead, Robert watched as he sat against the cliff

face with the other officers while the crew scattered along the beach, scraping snails off of rocks, chewing kelp, drinking from a nearby waterfall. This was going to be every man for himself. And That really hardened something inside of Robert. He was just a sailor. He was the newest guy aboard. He didn't have any friends in the crew and no authority to give any orders. But the officers weren't leading.

Del Garno hadn't lifted a finger since they washed ashore. And if someone didn't do something, they were all going to become seagull food. So Robert spotted a crack in the cliff face, a rough seam in the rock that kind of worked as a path. If they could get to higher ground, Maybe they would find animals on this island.

There could even be sheep here. Every hillside like this back in Australia where they had come from had sheep on it. And Robert spent summers prospecting around Melbourne and there were always sheep. And so Robert started climbing this cliff. It was 2,000 feet. It was nearly vertical. It was freezing rain nearly the entire time. Halfway up, he said that his hands went numb, but he kept going.

He told himself that there was going to be a whole flock of sheep at the top. Fat, stupid sheep, easy for his idiot shipmates to catch. And everyone was going to eat that night. He finally pulled himself up over the top ridge and saw that there was just grass. Not one living thing as far as his eyes could see. To the south, there were mountain ranges that vanished into the clouds. To the east, there was more scrubs stretching all the way to the horizon,

but no sheep. No animals at all, actually. And feeling pretty defeated, he climbed back down. The scene on the beach was even worse than he had left it. Men were slumped against the cliff, staring into nothing. Others had totally wandered off. Captain Del Garno sat where Robert had last seen him in the same position like he had not moved. And Robert couldn't order these men to do anything.

He knew that they weren't going to listen to him. But he also knew that he couldn't just wallow on the beach. He needed to convince everyone to start moving up over that cliff's edge to the other side of the island. maybe just maybe there would be more resources there, like seals or something to eat. So he went to work the only way he could. He started going man to man, talking quietly, persuading them to stand up

and try to climb the cliff with him. It was really slow. Some of these guys could barely walk by that point. They had been at sea for far longer than Robert had and they were already really malnourished. So Robert helped him however he could. He offered them a hand. He would lift them up over that cliff path

But it was not easy. Halfway up, one of the guys lost his footing and fell about a thousand feet. But the rest of them just kept climbing. And when they finally reached the top, most of them collapsed where they stood. And for the next two weeks, the survivors tried to head east across the rugged terrain to search for resources. Robert kept turning around to see that the group was smaller than the day before.

He couldn't have said, when the cook stopped being among them, no one announced it. He just turned around one evening, counted faces, and saw that he wasn't there anymore. But it was on this walk that Robert noticed something that made his stomach turn. Captain Del Garno, first mate Smith, and second mate Mahoney were ordering the youngest men in the crew to fetch water from a nearby stream.

The officers drank from the boys' boots while the young men laid down and caught their breath, completely wiped from just the short journey. I mean, not only was the leadership totally useless, but they were making the younger guys do all the work for them. Eventually, they caught a small pig, but everyone was so hungry it was gone in just a few minutes. The days all started blurring into each other. They would wake before light, rummage around for food with the energy they had, collapse in the scrub, shiver through the night, pressed against into the other men for warmth,

then they would wake up and do it again. The only way that Robert could track the time passing was by the faces that stopped appearing at the fire each night. But eventually, Robert got really sick of the leaders. And so he formed this splinter group. It was him and five other men that wanted to head back towards. towards the wreck just to see if anything else had washed ashore, any food that they didn't see before. Now, unfortunately, nothing had,

and it was pretty demoralizing. So that night, they huddled around a fire in a lean-to. And that's when one of the guys said something that I think a lot of the men had already been thinking. It had been over 20 days at that point. There was no food left, no hope of finding more. It was finally time. One of them had to die so the others could eat.

they should draw sticks he said now robert really started panicking at this he had been trying to prevent this exact thing from happening he wanted to keep looking for food and plus all the other guys knew each other way better robert was the least malnourished of the group because he had been on the ship the least amount of time and so it was pretty much going to be him on the spit so robert rejected this idea but the rest of the group was already nodding in agreement cannibalism was preferable to starvation. They would decide who would go in the morning. The five other guys laid down to sleep, but not Robert.

He laid there in the dark, listening to the others breathe, convinced that the moment he closed his eyes, someone was going to crack his skull with a rock and try to eat him. He stayed awake for the entire night. And at the first light of dawn, he got to his feet without a sound, and he walked out of the lean two, and he went straight for the cliff and started climbing again. He never saw any of those men again.

again. Robert found the main group a day or so later, higher up on the mountain, still pushing east through that thick scrub. Minus the dead and the missing, there were just nine of them now. Only a few of them could still walk properly. The most abled body were, you guessed it, Captain Del Garno, first mate Smith, second mate Mahoney, but also one of the cabin boys and the ship's carpenter who was a seaman named Fritz. As they moved further east as a group, something really changed. The bush started looking neater. more orderly, almost like someone had once tried to cultivate it. And then on June 5th, first mate Andrew Smith spotted something over the next ridge,

a chimney. The men just started running. After a month of starving and watching each other die, the site of a chimney meant people. It meant that there was food out there, maybe rescue. They ran into the skeleton of this small house that the chimney belonged to, only to find that it was this little abandoned community. They had actually stumbled into the ruins of a settlement called Hardwick. It was this old European settlement that had been attempted on Auckland Island a decade earlier,

but it had failed in under two years. The weather was way too harsh on the island for farming. Even potatoes grew hard and small in the frozen soil. There was a small epidemic of scurvy, several murders, and a string of corrupt administrators, and that just finished off the entire settlement. Robert saw this, and he knew exactly what this meant. People had tried to live here, but the island said no.

The nine survivors set up camp amongst the ruins, with five people crammed into a lean-to that Robert had found. There was also four that stayed in what was left of the house. It was better than being down on the exposed beach, at least. Captain Del Garno and the others refused to leave this house. So Robert decided he was going to go scout for food alone. He found a cove that had a couple more snails and an occasional seal, but there was not enough food in this area to support all these guys.

guys. When he returned from one of these trips looking for food, he found that both cabin boys and the ship's steward had died. 25 had become nine, and now that nine had become just six people. But the image of the cabin boys' frail dead bodies really horrified Robert. He couldn't get past it. They had been so honorable on this journey. They spent so much time fetching water and building materials for the captain and his officers. They wore themselves down to the bones for these guys. And then one night when the group was camping here, Fritz came into Robert's tent and asked if he needed any water. Robert said no, he didn't want to make someone go out and get him water, so he sent him back to the tent that he was sharing with Harvey. And as Fritz entered the tent,

Harvey shoved him, and Fritz went face first into the ground and just didn't get up. The next morning, Fritz's body was frozen stiff, and a few days later, Harvey went out to search for more food, and that's when Robert saw what he had left behind. Harvey had slowly been eating at Fritz's frozen body. But that must have not been enough to sustain him because when he went out to search for food that night, he never returned. This episode is brought to you by Dose. Ever since I told the spearfinger story in my Appalachia episode,

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percent off your first subscription. Your body does so much for you. Let's do something for it. That's D-O-S-E-D-A-I-L-Y dot C-O-S-P for 35% off your first month subscription. So now there were only four. Robert, Captain Del Garno, and his two little cronies, Smith and Mahoney. Robert was the only one who wasn't an officer, and this caused a lot of problems. When Mahoney ordered Robert to fetch him some roots, Robert refused. He said no. He was done taking orders from someone who let every man under his command die without showing a single sign of leadership, who sat on his butt while men died trying to bring him water. Mahoney didn't like this answer. He pulled a knife on Robert, but he was so weak he wouldn't have been able to drive it

into the man, and Robert just turned around and walked away when he was threatened. And then a few days later, Captain Del Garno and Mahoney made a trip out, but only Del Garno came back. Mahoney was gone. The men decided to leave Hardwick and search for food elsewhere. There was nothing left on this island. However, Mahoney stayed behind. He had a really bad blister on his foot that was preventing him from walking, and so he wrapped it up, and he said that he would follow when he was healed and could walk again. So now, there were just three. The remaining three men now settled into this uneasy truce. They needed each other to survive, but Robert had no interest in pretending that the officers still had authority over him. The group argued constantly.

months passed, spring finally came and the island had a little bit more to keep them alive. There were a few more seals on the beaches, a couple more birds that they found in the scrub, but they could never really relax or feel optimistic. They always knew that the next winter was right around the corner. And Robert knew that they were going to die there if they didn't do something. And he didn't want to die with these two terrible men. So he convinced them that they should pack up their things and move to a spot that would be a better vantage point for passing ships, maybe one of the small, rocky islands just off the coast of Auckland Islands. It took

him until February to convince the other two. And by the time they moved, it had been 10 months that they had been on this island. Can you imagine being on an island like this with the two worst bosses you've ever had? On May 22, 1865, a year and 12 days after the wreck, Captain Delgado screamed. He spotted sails on the horizon. The ship was called the Julian. It was a Portuguese vessel that had pulled into a nearby bay to repair a leak. She had come from China carrying laborers to South America, and actually a plague that was on the ship killed a number of the crew, but the survivors of the Invercald would rather take their chances on a plague-ridden ship

than spend another night with each other on Auckland Island. Before the Julian's boat reached the shore, the captain pulled Robert aside, and he told him, stay quiet, don't say anything, let me do all the talking. Robert was too overwhelmed and too weak to argue, and by the time he understood what was actually happening, it was too late. Del Garno and Smith, the officers,

were given new clothes, comfortable quarters, and the treatment that their rank entitled them to. Robert, who had done more to keep them alive than either of them was capable of doing, was sent below deck with the crew. But after everything, he was just happy to be alive. Three men walked off that island. out of 25 that were originally on the ship.

Now, Delgado wrote his account of the shipwreck first. He published his story in August of 1865. Smith followed a year later writing his own account. And neither of these men mentioned Robert in their writings. If you read about their experience on the island, they never mentioned Robert. And, dear listener, maybe this is where you thought this story ends. What a sad ending, right?

It totally sucks for Robert. But I'm going to twist the knife a little deeper. Because Robert Holding was lost to history, but he wouldn't have been if everyone had just listened to him. Because Robert wanted to head to the other end of the island. It was like something was pulling him in that direction, and he was trying his best to get everyone to follow him, despite the rugged terrain, despite how much everyone was dying, he really wanted to keep forging ahead. And it wouldn't be revealed until much later, but on the other end of Auckland Island, at the exact same time that the Invercald crew was there, there was another shipwreck, another group

of stranded men, only their story ended very differently. That ship was called the Grafton, and she was a 56-ton schooner, barely a tenth of the size of the Inver called. Five men made it ashore, and all five of them lived. It was the night of January 2nd, 1864, five months before the Invercald sank. The Grafton was a schooner so small you could fit her inside the Enver called Cargo Hold, and she was sheltering from a storm in Carnley Harbor, a bay off the southern coast of Auckland Island. The voyage had already been a total failure. The ship was chartered by this French prospector named Francois Reynal and her captain, Thomas Musgrave, with the goal of scouting the sub-Antarctic islands for Tin.

They had sailed for two months. They didn't find anything. Not to mention, Raynall had been sick almost since the day they left. it was a relapse of an illness from his years in the Australian goldfields. I can't even imagine what you're probably catching there. They switched the trip to a seal hunting trip just to try to make some money on their voyage, and that's how they ended up sheltering in the bay. Late that night, one of the two anchor chains snapped,

and the storm that was coming started bringing the graft in towards the rocky shore. At midnight, Captain Musgrave felt the whole strike rock and then heard the awful grinding sound as the keel cracked open and the ocean. and the ocean just started pouring into the boat. But here's the thing. For how dire it seemed at first, the Grafton didn't sink. The ship was caught on the rocks, but the water where it was wasn't very deep.

The ship wasn't going to sail again, but at least the crew had time to escape, and all five men aboard made it to the shore. Musgrave and Raynall, plus two sailors, a 20-year-old Englishman, George Harris, a 28-year-old Norwegian named Alec McLaren, and then a Portuguese cook named Henry Forges. Even Rinal, who was very, very weak from his illness, made it to the beach.

The others went to work on the ship, and he stayed back and started a fire under a makeshift tent of sails, and he kept it burning through that entire first night. The Norwegian McLaren proved to be very useful right away. He dove into the freezing water with a line of rope, he swam it to shore, and rigged a pulley system between the ship and the beach. With that system, the crew worked really fast. They were able to recover chests that belonged to Musgrave and Rinal. They got cooking utensils off of the boat and over 150 pounds of biscuit, flour, tea, and coffee.

That's 30 times more than what was recovered from the much larger crew. They also salvaged navigation instruments and books, including a Bible, and they also got Raynell's hunting rifle, so they had something to go hunting with. And they had something else that the crew of the Inver called never did. The wreck itself, because the grafton hadn't sunk. She was this warehouse of timber, rope, canvas, sailcloth, and scrap metal. And over the next few days, the crew stripped the ship down to her bones to use what they could get from it. And that first night, when they were all huddled together around Raynall's fire,

the five of them understood the situation very clearly. They hadn't told anyone they were coming to Auckland Islands. Musgrave and Raynall had made their business partners promise to send a rescue ship if they didn't return, but the partners didn't know where to look. And unlike the Invercald, which had wrecked on an exposed northern coast, coastline, the grafton was tucked inside a bay that was surrounded by land. No passing ships were going to see them. So they knew that this is where they were going to be for the foreseeable future, and they all acted accordingly. They hunkered down, and they got to work. First with hunting.

Now, on the northern coast, where the Invercultz crew would later starve, there was almost nothing to hunt. But on the southern coast, it was a different ecosystem entirely. There were sea lions, elephant seals, and fur seals all in that water, and they had with the sea. And they had with the Raynell's rifle, which helped them actually catch these seals. And from the jump, every guy worked, no matter how injured or how sick they were. Musgrave led these hunting parties. Raynall threw himself into designing their shelter, despite the fact that he couldn't even stand at that point.

He actually figured out that if you superheat seashells, the calcium oxide that they produce can be mixed with sand to make a kind of cement. So that's what he did. He burned shells. He mixed mortar, and he used it to build a proper stone hearth. And then he assembled timber from the Grafton's roof. remains and the surrounding forest to build this pretty decent cabin. Within 31 days of the shipwreck, they had a home. And they also started interior designing this place. They built shelves for their

tools and the handful of books that they still had. They built a stone chimney that actually worked. And they had a door that they could open and shut. They called this cabin epic weight. And now with the immediate crisis of survival handled, the three sailors pushed back against the rank that they all had on the ship. They decided that they were going to democratically elect who was going to be the leader of the group, and it didn't necessarily have to be the captain of the ship. They also drew up a code of conduct and wrote it on a blank page of Musgrave's Bible, and Raynall nominated Musgrave to be the leader of their settlement, and he was elected unanimously. And then they came up with a plan to deal with their boredom. After dark, they didn't really

have anything to do, but eat seal meat, stare into the fire, and contemplate the possibility that no one was ever going to come save them. So they decided that they were going to start basically a makeshift school inside of this cabin. Musgrave taught the sailors to read and write. Raynaul taught French and math to everyone. McLaren taught Norwegian. Forges taught Portuguese. They would sit around to the hearth in the evenings, these five guys from five different

countries teaching each other how to conjugate verbs in each other's languages. Like, I eat seal. You eat seal. He, she, they eat seal. Raynaul even carved chess pieces from Driftwood. He fashioned a full deck of playing cards by pasting pages from an old logbook together with flower paste that he had made. And it gets even more ridiculous from there, too. Forges went out and he found a pair of parrots that became pets for the crew,

and they loved these birds so much that they wrote about them in their diaries, sometimes more than they would write about each other. They had these really small comforts and these small routines, and that is how this group survived. they were doing all of this while on the other side of the island, a group of men were dwindling in numbers and resorting to cannibalism. By the time the first anniversary of the wreck arrived in January of 1865, they finally had to face the fact that rescue was not coming.

If they wanted to leave the island, they were going to have to do it themselves. And so they started to form a plan. They had timber, sailcloth, scrap metal, and they had Renault, who at that point had already built a stone hearth, a cement kiln, and a functional cabin. Building a boat wasn't a question of skill. It was going to be a question of tools that they had. First, Rinald built a forge.

He used the ship's cooking bellows and heated scrap iron from the grafton until it glowed bright. And then he hammered out nails. Then he tried to make a boring tool to drill holes and fasten a hole together. He tried and he failed. Different techniques failed again. Weeks of work on this forge. And he could not manufacture the proper tools to build it. But the seals were growing scarcer.

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or legal advice. So they decided they were going to pivot. Rather than build a new vessel, they were going to modify the 12-foot dingy that had been aboard the Grafton. They would lengthen it, at a mast and a small deck and make it seaworthy enough for an open ocean crossing to New Zealand. That was 290 miles north, about 465 kilometers, and they named this boat the rescue. The work took months, and when it was done, they faced the hardest decision of the entire ordeal. The dinghy could only fit three men, and there were five of them. Two were going to have to stay behind. Musgrave and Raynall had to go. They were the ones. who could negotiate with a shipping company to fund a return trip.

And of the three sailors, they chose McLaren because he was strong and the most experience and the best semen among them. George Harris and Henry Forges were going to have to stay at Epic Wait and wait. July 19, 1865, 18 months after they had wrecked, they lowered the modified dinghy into Carnley Harbor, and the chosen three climbed aboard and pointed it towards the open Southern Ocean and hoped for the best. The voyage was absolutely brutal.

The Southern Ocean is one of the roughest stretches of water on Earth. There's waves that build across thousands of miles of unbroken water between Antarctica and New Zealand. And in winter, the swells can run up to 40 feet high. The rescue was just 12 feet long. It took them five days to reach Stewart Island, which is the southernmost inhabited island in New Zealand. And from there, Musgrave and Raynall had to spend weeks persuading anyone that a return trip to Auckland Island was worth funding.

Public donations from crowdsourcing eventually did raise enough money to charter a schooner called the Flying Scud under Captain Cross, and Musgraves won aboard as its navigator. He was going back for his friends. Nearly one month later, on August 24, 1865, the Flying Scud sailed into Carnley Harbor. Harris and Forges were alive. Barely, though, the seal meat that they had collected had run out weeks early. and they had been surviving on rats that they caught inside their cabin. But now all five men were going home.

Musgrave gathered the crew and their belongings unable to believe this miracle that had occurred. But before they left, he turned around and took one good look at the island. And he saw that somewhere further up the island, there was a column of smoke rising from it. And he caught this feeling that there might be someone else there on the island, maybe another group of shipwreck survivors. So he told the group that they needed to delay the trip home just a little bit longer and go search the island. And so they headed miles into the forest looking for any sign of life.

And what they found when they went searching were the ruins of a settlement. Old, small houses collapsing, a place that had clearly been abandoned years ago. And inside one of those buildings, Musgrave found a body. It was a man, or at least what was. was left of him. He had clearly died a while ago, but Musgrave could see that one foot was wrapped in these woolen rags. The man was laying near a roofing slate. It was the kind that you use in construction and scratched onto the surface of that slate and handwriting that was almost completely illegible was a single word that he could make out. It was just a name, James. Musgrave had

no idea who this man was. He didn't know how he got there or how he died. He didn't know that the settlement he was standing in was Hardwick, the same ruins that the Invercald's crew had stumbled upon eight months earlier. He didn't know about the Invercald at all. He recorded the discovery in his journal, the body, a slate with a scratch name written into it, and then he and his men sailed back to New Zealand. Now, I probably don't have to tell you this, but the man on the floor was James Mahoney, second mate of the Invercald. The man, Captain Del Garno had left behind at Hardwick with a bad foot. But what's even more wild is Musgrave and Rays. Raynall had no idea about any of this.

No one had told them about the Invercald when they went back to New Zealand. It actually wasn't until November 8th of 1865, months after their rescue, that Musgrave encountered Raynall in Melbourne. He showed him something that he had found in a newspaper the previous evening. It was a story entitled, Narrative of the Wreck of the Invercald on the Auckland Islands by Captain Delgarno. Two shipwrecks, same island, same year, 20 miles apart. And the only place the two stories ever touched

was a building of a previously abandoned community and a body that had been left behind. And of course, because they had read Captain Del Garno's account, neither of them learned anything about Robert. Two ships on the same island at the same time and two totally different outcomes. Sure, the Grafton did get lucky. They had more resources from the start

and a lot more food available than the Imbercald, but they had something else that the Invercalds just didn't have. Friendship. Okay, I'm kind of kidding. but I'm also kind of not kidding. The men kept morale high and they looked out for each other. They didn't cling to their stupid ranks from before, which is partly what did the Inver called in.

So it was friendship, but also about 30 times the amount of resources. Robert was the newest. He was the lowest ranking man aboard, an outsider and a Scottish crew, and the officers refused to follow his lead even as their own inaction was killing everyone around them. And Galgarno never recovered from losing his ship. He clung to his rank as if it were a life raft. And it turned out to be an anchor.

Instead, I'm going to keep this ship metaphor going. The grafton crew worked together. They built a cabin, a forge, a government, a school, and a boat. And at the end of a year, on the island, the only thing the Inver called crew built was one lean to. This story is sometimes referred to as the tale of two shipwrecks. And it gets put in PowerPoints by management consultants and business schools as a leadership case study. But that's maybe too simplistic of a way to look at it. I do think, though, that there is a good lesson to be learned here.

Maybe it's the friends we make along the way. Or maybe it's having access to a gun and more seals. But what do you guys think? How would you have fared on an expedition like this? You can comment wherever you listen to episodes. I love hearing from you all. You know that. And that's all I have for you today.

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