Finally we lowered our hands.
"Ye gods, I never would have believed it," Conseil said.
"And I still don't believe it!" the Canadian shot back.
"When we return to shore, jaded from all these natural wonders," Conseil added, "think how we'll look down on those pitiful land masses, those puny works of man! No, the civilized world won't be good enough for us!"
Such words from the lips of this emotionless Flemish boy showed that our enthusiasm was near the boiling point. But the Canadian didn't fail to throw his dram of cold water over us.
"The civilized world!" he said, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Conseil my friend, we're never going back to that world!"
By this point it was five o'clock in the morning. Just then there was a collision in the Nautilus's bow. I realized that its spur h
