That was unusual. Pasha Bey had not, in a goodly number of years, seen anything fearsome enough to give him qualms. He was a hardened rogue, afraid of nothing. That is, he feared nothing until he saw the bronze man. One look at the big, metallic American scared Pasha Bey. There was something terrible about the giant Yankee. (from The Sargasso Ogre, by Lester Dent) Doc Savage and company, on the ocean voyage back to New York with the treasure from their previous adventure, find themselves detoured into an ancient sea of mystery, surrounded by generations of its dangerous inhabitants.