Labels:text | screenshot | moon OCR: When we reached the mizzenmast, the professor hung on tightly as I began to look for some sort of rescue. I thought perhaps somebody had survived the shipwreck and was floating along somewhere in one of the lifeboats. Through dense fog, I was able to make out something. It did not look like a regular lifeboat. It was more like a tiny island, but that was preposterous. I was quite certain that we were miles away from any landmass, uncharted or not. Read Panel
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