It was a very nice breakfast, and the sea was quite smooth--a quite perfect sea.

This was rather fortunate, for there was nothing else.

Sea on every side of the ark.

No land at all.
'However shall we find the way,' Lucy asked the Lord High Islander, 'with nothing but sea ?' 'Oh,' he answered, 'that's all the better, really.

Mr.Noah steers much better when there's no land in sight.