500 years ago, trans oceanic travel became a reality.

It's in NOAA, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

They give us that beautiful brown crust.

And this is also true of some remote oceanic islands.

The crust of the Earth has been recycled.

You know, from an oceanic perspective, 450 is way too high.

There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread.

The sugars in the dough caramelize in the crust.

There were no oceanic deals where countries were compensated for not fishing.

The oceanic currents moving around is not an obstacle it's a solution.

May your crust be crisp, and your bread always rise.

Like 46 percent of the crust of the earth is oxygen.

All right, fine. Glass of water, crust of bread and then...

The continents were drifting apart, opening huge rifts in the Earth's crust.

This suggests an active ocean is surging below the moon's frozen crust.

And he knew how abundant thorium was in the crust of the Earth.

Only the crust can caramelize. It's the only place that gets hot enough.

For now, it is a civilian crew that tunnels under the desert crust.

They become accessible to the oven for caramelization to give us a beautiful crust.

If we didn't have the energy from thorium, we wouldn't have carbon recycling in the crust.

So at those deep oceanic vents, fantastic chemistry began to happen, and atoms combined in all sorts of exotic combinations.

Thorium is a naturally occurring nuclear fuel that is four times more common in the earth's crust than uranium.

And Chad says, Sure, like, we have this, like, salmon, that's, like, rolled in this, like, wasabi, like, crust.

This is the oceanic whitetip shark, an animal that is considered the fourth most dangerous species, if you pay attention to such lists.

What is really exciting though is that the oceanic tags, or the ones that live far from the coast, are actually more diverse at intermediate latitudes.

later editions continued as follows The Panther took pie crust, and gravy, and meat, While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat.

The Sargasso Sea, for example, is not a sea bounded by coastlines, but it is bounded by oceanic currents that contain and envelope this wealth of sargassum that grows and aggregates there.

And deep beneath those oceans, at cracks in the Earth's crust, you've got heat seeping up from inside the Earth, and you've got a great diversity of elements.

Who lives in a household where that crust that slice at the first and last end of each loaf who lives in a household where it does get eaten?

They saw in the dim light the headless figure facing them, with a gnawed crust of bread in one gloved hand and a chunk of cheese in the other.

In plate tectonic theory, we knew that if you had plates collide, it made sense they would crush into one another, you would thicken the crust, you'd uplift it.

This is about as good as maps get, and to reach it you've got to ski literally over the frozen crust, the floating skin of ice on the Artic Ocean.

But if you do not look at grasslands but look down into them, you find that most of the soil in that grassland that you've just seen is bare and covered with a crust of algae,

One of the magical things about this journey, however, is that because I'm walking over the sea, over this floating, drifting, shifting crust of ice that's floating on top of the Arctic Ocean is it's an environment that's in a constant state of flux.

In the course of the winter I threw out half a bushel of ears of sweet corn, which had not got ripe, on to the snow crust by my door, and was amused by watching the motions of the various animals which were baited by it.

I took a step, and lo, away it scud with an elastic spring over the snow crust, straightening its body and its limbs into graceful length, and soon put the forest between me and itself the wild free venison, asserting its vigor and the dignity of Nature.

When the farmers could not get to the woods and swamps with their teams, and were obliged to cut down the shade trees before their houses, and, when the crust was harder, cut off the trees in the swamps, ten feet from the ground, as it appeared the next spring.

Sometimes I heard the foxes as they ranged over the snow crust, in moonlight nights, in search of a partridge or other game, barking raggedly and demoniacally like forest dogs, as if laboring with some anxiety, or seeking expression, struggling for light and to be dogs outright and run freely in the streets for if we take the ages into our account, may there not be a civilization going on among brutes as well as men?