"Now?"

Charlie's words left Vera confused despite her usual sharp wit, and it showed all over her face. "It's the polar winter. Aren't ships unable to cross the Roaring Forties?"

"Never said anything about a ship," Charlie replied, smiling.

Vera was even more shocked. "Then, are we flying? It's hard for normal planes to take off or land at the South Pole."

Charlie kept his mysterious smile. "Never said anything about a plane either."

Vera was left mystified, but there were only two ways to