In this section the team is hit or miss in their rations. One week there is enough to eat, the next week there's next to nothing. This is partly because when they had more seals than Shackleton wanted he ordered the dead seals to be left because he felt they had enough for at least a month. He had a sense of optimism that was not at all macthing with the reality. In fact, the seals they did have only lasted a few weeks. Shackleton is continuously ordering the slaughter of the dogs, and is still completely out of touch with reality. At this point in the book, the men seem to be getting tired of it. They start to write in their journals in code so no one else will know who they are referencing. The attitudes of the men in the tent had went from a cheery disposition, listening to music and reading, to not wanting to hear the same old tunes and read the same books they have read over and over. Some relief came when they discovered a wind was drifting them toward where they wanted to be and that some of the ice was breaking up enough to try to get the boats in the water. They did however start to hallucinate and see land that was not actually there. I feel like the men are definitely losing the optimism they once had for being rescued and Shackleton's optimism, to them and honestly to me, is looking more and more like a man insane.