trying to find out the nature of this gigantic cetacean. Then a sudden thought crossed my mind.
“A ship!” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” the Canadian replied, “a disabled craft that’s sinking straight down!”
Ned Land was not mistaken. We were in the presence of a ship whose severed shrouds still hung from their clasps. Its hull looked in good condition, and it must have gone under only a few hours before. The stumps of three masts,
trying to find out the nature of this gigantic cetacean. Then a sudden thought crossed my mind.
“A ship!” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” the Canadian replied, “a disabled craft that’s sinking straight down!”
Ned Land was not mistaken. We were in the presence of a ship whose severed shrouds still hung from their clasps. Its hull looked in good condition, and it must have gone under only a few hours before. The stumps of three masts,
