Labels:text | screenshot OCR: Cannons were loaded along the railings of the ship, and Ned Land sharpened his harpoon. The creature was still lurking a mile and a half away from the portside bow. The first mate signaled the rest of the crew to their stations. The professor and I held secure positions at the ship's helm next to Commander Farragut. Ned Land, with harpoon in hand, jumped in the longboat on the side of the ship. Read |Panel
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