Labels:text | screenshot | moon OCR: I saw something moving on this thing. It was a man. I called out to him as best I could, but I was so tired and hungry that I barely made a sound. The professor, exhausted as well, helped me balance myself on my knees on top of the mizzenmast. I kept a handkerchief with me at all times. Even though I was actually Belgian in origin, my handkerchief was red in honor of the French revolutionaries. I waved this wet banner in the hopes that the man would see us. I managed to feebly yell, "Help!" We were spotted. Read Panel
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