Come with me on this journey.
In 1895 I led an expedition to the Arctic under the charge of the Queen. Now as a humble servant of her majesty I hired the best plunderers and adventures that money could buy. Sadly due to the ludicrous costs that hiring these men included We where left with a rather licit method of travel. The manner in which we got to the Arctic I shall divulge here but let it be known I lost three of my best men that day.
When we finally arrived we where understocked; beaten and out of hope. We instantly turned to cannibalistic tendencies eating our fellow man with no regard for tact or table manners.
I was the only man to make it back due to a trick I picked up from a Swahili man some years prior.
But I digest the travel agent who booked our ill fated journey was no Other than
Troublesome Lagomorph!