 Later, we sailed on a raft over a mighty sea, the Central Sea, the professor named it. We witnessed a battle to the death between prehistoric monsters and then were overwhelmed by a fearful hurricane. It was the ever-faithful hunts who saved our lives when we were tossed up on some rocks. Where were we? That was the question we had to decide. My uncle consulted the compass. Oh, no, no. The needle is pointing to the shore.