And here’s where began the book that gets creationists’ panties in a bunch.

Yay science!

Transcript:

Mr Bugg stands at the rail of a large, three-masted sailing ship, binoculars to his eyes. A flag flies from its poop deck, there are portholes along the sides, and Mrs Bugg has been nailed to the prow as the figurehead. The ship is just offshore from what is presumably an island.

The text reads: “Janubug , 1835: The HMS Bugle drops anchor off the Chronos Archibuglego.”