For several hours the Nautilus's spur sliced through these whitish waves, and I watched it glide noiselessly over this soapy water, as if it were cruising through those foaming eddies that a bay's currents and countercurrents sometimes leave between each other.
Durante varias horas, el Nautilus cortó con su espolón aquella agua blancuzca, deslizándose sin ruido por el agua jabonosa, como si estuviera flotando en los remolinos de espuma que forman las corrientes y contracorrientes de las bahías.