Most deadly of all was the so-called Travelling Tornado, a waterspout that forever roamed this sea like some cunning beast of prey.
The waterspout's route was quite unpredictable, and any ship caught up in its mighty embrace was promptly reduced to matchwood.
Being a research vessel, of course, the Argo had been specially designed to tackle the Travelling Tornado.
Her hull was entirely constructed of adamantium, a steel as tough and flexible as a sword blade,
and had been cast in one piece by a special process that dispensed with rivets and welded seams.
For all that, few captains and crews would have had the courage to face such incredible hazards. Captain Gordon of the Argo had that courage.
He gazed down proudly from the bridge at the men and women of his crew, all of whom were experts in their particular field.
Beside him stood his first mate, Jim Ironside, an old salt who had already survived a hundred and twenty-seven hurricanes.
Stationed on the sun-deck further aft were Professor Eisenstein, the expedition's senior scientist, and his assistants Moira and Sarah,
who had as much information stored in their prodigious memories as a whole reference library.
All three were hunched over their precision instruments, quietly conferring in complicated scientific jargon.
Seated cross-legged a little apart from them was Momosan, a beautiful native girl.
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