This guy Frobisher goes the Arctic to find the Northwest passage and totally fails, but he finds some rocks that he thinks may have coal or gold or something in them. So he brings them back to good old England and somebody tells him they do indeed have gold in them, so he goes back to the Arctic and fills his ships up with rocks. But when he gets back to England, he finds out actually somebody lied and they’re just fucking rocks. All they’re good for is fixing manor walls and shit.
Also he got shot in the ass with an arrow by the Inuit.
When all your data is worthless, remember that your ventures could be considerably more painful and pointless than this journey of Sir Martin Frobisher.