One day, while the electric ship was stopping to replenish her power, a curious incident happened.
Stump was looking out of the window, and he suddenly exclaimed:
"What is that, sir?"
Everyone went to examine, and a ship dismantled was seen slowly sinking to the bottom.
It had foundered a short time before with all hands.
Several men were lashed to the riggings, and their agonized faces testified to their late sufferings.
A shoal of sharks followed the sinking wreck with distended eyes, anticipating a feast of human flesh.
As the hull passed the window, Mont read her name, which was the Firefly of Savannah.
This was not an isolated case, for they frequently saw wrecks, and remains of wrecks, such as cannons, anchors, chains, and decaying hulls.
"Well, this is a lively existence," exclaimed Mont; "we eat nothing but fish, and see nothing but fish."