THE BATHYSCAPHEThe journey from London to Dover had passed in a flash. Headlock’s automobile was a thing of wonderment travelling at a speed a dozen thoroughbred horses should’ve envied. Sir Belvedere had found himself best letting the thing rocket along at its own pace rather than fighting it and rather enjoyed their passage after a while. That all changed when the dark waters of the Britannian Channel came into view.
“That’s not good. I don’t think I’ve seen waves like that since… well, ever,” Belvedere frowned.
“They are of no concern.”
“Have you ever travelled the seas?”
“Frequently.”
“Like these.”
“Never.”
“Then, I shall reserve judgement on our mode of transport until proven incorrect.”
“Then I am to take it you shall accompany me.”
“I may as well, it’s just as good as the H
