It was the same expanse of sand and coral reef.
Their helmet lights made a limited circle of radiance about them. Beyond that all was darkness.
“Well,” exclaimed Clifford, placing his helmet against Barney’s, “what does this mean?”
“Shure, sor; it beats me. I’m afther thinkin’ somethin’ blew up!”
“Oh, yes, there was an explosion.”
“Shure, sor.”
“But what was it?”
“I’m sthuck, sor.”
“Could it have been the Dolphin?”
Barney shook his head.