The Captain had heard a story of a stone city older than time.

After less than a second, the captain heard a familiar voice.

The captain heard the voice, and something inside his head went on alert.

Trip asked, trying to pitch his voice so that only the captain could hear him clearly.

It was the most sincere statement the Captain had ever heard.

There was a sound then, so thin the captain could hardly hear it.

The captain heard approaching steps, and took his time before turning to look.

And while he was still wondering what it all meant, the captain heard the sound of voices.

I have a rather lengthy story to tell you, much of which the captain also has not heard.

It was a guarded remark if the captain had ever heard one.