Transcription: The next thing I remembered, I was stretched out on the burning sand, lying alongside my uncle. The violent storm had smashed our raft on the rocks, throwing us into the boiling sea. It was only fearless Hans who had saved us from certain death. I could see him now, salvaging our supplies from the wreck and lining them up on the sand. Thanks to his superhuman efforts, most had been saved, including all our precious instruments. But where were we? we now?" I turned to my uncle. My calculations show we must be 2,500 miles from Reykjavik and now under the Mediterranean, I said. Let us check, said ...
