Labels:text | screenshot | poster OCR: The Nautilus cruised slowly through the Mediterranean. There were no signs of surfacing for some time and I longed to see land, especially if it was France. We headed for the glass chambers with our helmets in hand. Before we entered, the captain told us to respect the sanctity of this particular voyage more than any other we had ever experienced. He then put on his helmet and entered the chamber reserved for him. Read Panel
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