Arctic Expedition Log #14
20 / 12 / 2254

Ay, we are approaching the pole; but the weather gets worse day by day. As my crew continues to lose hope from the biting winds, I can only hope the treasure will be worth it. Countless manuscripts and stolen artifacts attest to the something great; apparently it was once thriving with factories for all goods imagineable. It's difficult to imagine any human life here as I look across the barren, icy landscape, but we all know nothing was the same after the great nuclear wars. 

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Arctic Expedition Log #15
21 / 12 / 2254

We only made it 10 miles in our snow tanks today before the blizzard became too dangerous for us to proceed. We took shelter and used this evening to plan our potential defence (the biggest unrest among my men is worry about the "claws" rumored to roam the North pole). I personally don't think it's anything that my seasoned pirates can't handle.

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Arctic Expedition Log #16
23 / 12 / 2254
I did not have time to log yesterday, yet we made substantial progress to make up for the blizzard on the the 21st. According to my estimates, we are now within 5 miles of the exact pole. It sounds strange, but, it feels... different here. Magical, perhaps. Maybe my scarcity of rations is making me delusional, but I think my crew can feel it too. Their faces look a little brighter than before.

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Arctic Expedition Log #17
24 / 12 / 2254  
"X marks the spot," they say! Time to start digging! We made it to the pole this morning and started the excavation process. I know the treasure will be buried under thick layers of ice, but luckily we came prepared. An eerie glow radiates from deep within and fills my men with more confidence; they seem to have forgotten about the fabled "claws" they were so scared of. 

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Arctic Expedition Log #18
25 / 12 / 2254
I can't explain how we seem to get more and more joyous the further down we excavate! Something is in the air, and it's not just leftover radiation. And you won't believe what we found! First it was the tip of an animal horn. A reindeer! Long extinct yet perfectly preserved in ice... and with a strangely glowing nose? Then there were eight more just like it. Driving this mythical sleigh is a fat man in red. I wonder if he was anything important. We cut out the block of ice and will try to thaw it out to see if this ancient human still has some life left after being frozen for such a long time. 

Regardless, we keep digging deeper for treasure.