Arriving within twenty feet of the skiff, the dugong stopped, sharply sniffing the air with its huge nostrils, pierced not at the tip of its muzzle but on its topside. Then it gathered itself and sprang at us.
The skiff couldn"t avoid the collision. Half overturned, it shipped a ton or two of water that we had to bail out. But thanks to our skillful c.o.xswain, we were fouled on the bias rather than broadside, so we didn"t capsize. Clinging to the stempost, Ned Land thrust his harpoon again and again into the gigantic animal, which imbedded its teeth in our gunwale and lifted the longboat out of the water as a lion would lift a deer. We were thrown on top of each other, and I have no idea how the venture would have ended had not the Canadian, still thirsting for the beast"s blood, finally pierced it to the heart.
I heard its teeth grind on sheet iron, and the dugong disappeared, taking our harpoon along with it. But the barrel soon popped up on the surface, and a few moments later the animal"s body appeared and rolled over on its back. Our skiff rejoined it, took it in tow, and headed to the Nautilus.
It took pulleys of great strength to hoist this dugong onto the platform. The beast weighed 5,000 kilograms. It was carved up in sight of the Canadian, who remained to watch every detail of the operation. At dinner the same day, my steward served me some slices of this flesh, skillfully dressed by the ship"s cook. I found it excellent, even better than veal if not beef.
The next morning, February 11, the Nautilus"s pantry was enriched by more dainty game. A covey of terns alighted on the Nautilus. They were a species of Sterna nilotica unique to Egypt: beak black, head gray and stippled, eyes surrounded by white dots, back, wings, and tail grayish, belly and throat white, feet red. Also caught were a couple dozen Nile duck, superior-tasting wildfowl whose neck and crown of the head are white speckled with black.
By then the Nautilus had reduced speed. It moved ahead at a saunter, so to speak. I observed that the Red Sea"s water was becoming less salty the closer we got to Suez.
Near five o"clock in the afternoon, we sighted Cape Ras Mohammed to the north. This cape forms the tip of Arabia Petraea, which lies between the Gulf of Suez and the Gulf of Aqaba.
The Nautilus entered the Strait of Jubal, which leads to the Gulf of Suez. I could clearly make out a high mountain crowning Ras Mohammed between the two gulfs. It was Mt. h.o.r.eb, that biblical Mt. Sinai on whose summit Moses met G.o.d face to face, that summit the mind"s eye always pictures as wreathed in lightning.
At six o"clock, sometimes afloat and sometimes submerged, the Nautilus pa.s.sed well out from El Tur, which sat at the far end of a bay whose waters seemed to be dyed red, as Captain Nemo had already mentioned. Then night fell in the midst of a heavy silence occasionally broken by the calls of pelicans and nocturnal birds, by the sound of surf chafing against rocks, or by the distant moan of a steamer churning the waves of the gulf with noisy blades.
From eight to nine o"clock, the Nautilus stayed a few meters beneath the waters. According to my calculations, we had to be quite close to Suez. Through the panels in the lounge, I spotted rocky bottoms brightly lit by our electric rays. It seemed to me that the strait was getting narrower and narrower.
At 9:15 when our boat returned to the surface, I climbed onto the platform. I was quite impatient to clear Captain Nemo"s tunnel, couldn"t sit still, and wanted to breathe the fresh night air.
Soon, in the shadows, I spotted a pale signal light glimmering a mile away, half discolored by mist.
"A floating lighthouse," said someone next to me.
I turned and discovered the captain.
"That"s the floating signal light of Suez," he went on. "It won"t be long before we reach the entrance to the tunnel."
"It can"t be very easy to enter it."
"No, sir. Accordingly, I"m in the habit of staying in the pilothouse and directing maneuvers myself. And now if you"ll kindly go below, Professor Aronnax, the Nautilus is about to sink beneath the waves, and it will only return to the surface after we"ve cleared the Arabian Tunnel."
I followed Captain Nemo. The hatch closed, the ballast tanks filled with water, and the submersible sank some ten meters down.
Just as I was about to repair to my stateroom, the captain stopped me.
"Professor," he said to me, "would you like to go with me to the wheelhouse?"
"I was afraid to ask," I replied.
"Come along, then. This way, you"ll learn the full story about this combination underwater and underground navigating."
Captain Nemo led me to the central companionway. In midstair he opened a door, went along the upper gangways, and arrived at the wheelhouse, which, as you know, stands at one end of the platform.
It was a cabin measuring six feet square and closely resembling those occupied by the helmsmen of steamboats on the Mississippi or Hudson rivers. In the center stood an upright wheel geared to rudder cables running to the Nautilus"s stern. Set in the cabin"s walls were four deadlights, windows of biconvex gla.s.s that enabled the man at the helm to see in every direction.
The cabin was dark; but my eyes soon grew accustomed to its darkness and I saw the pilot, a muscular man whose hands rested on the pegs of the wheel. Outside, the sea was brightly lit by the beacon shining behind the cabin at the other end of the platform.
"Now," Captain Nemo said, "let"s look for our pa.s.sageway."
Electric wires linked the pilothouse with the engine room, and from this cabin the captain could simultaneously signal heading and speed to his Nautilus. He pressed a metal b.u.t.ton and at once the propeller slowed down significantly.
I stared in silence at the high, sheer wall we were skirting just then, the firm base of the sandy mountains on the coast. For an hour we went along it in this fashion, staying only a few meters away. Captain Nemo never took his eyes off the two concentric circles of the compa.s.s hanging in the cabin. At a mere gesture from him, the helmsman would instantly change the Nautilus"s heading.
Standing by the port deadlight, I spotted magnificent coral substructures, zoophytes, algae, and crustaceans with enormous quivering claws that stretched forth from crevices in the rock.
At 10:15 Captain Nemo himself took the helm. Dark and deep, a wide gallery opened ahead of us. The Nautilus was brazenly swallowed up. Strange rumblings were audible along our sides. It was the water of the Red Sea, hurled toward the Mediterranean by the tunnel"s slope. Our engines tried to offer resistance by churning the waves with propeller in reverse, but the Nautilus went with the torrent, as swift as an arrow.
Along the narrow walls of this pa.s.sageway, I saw only brilliant streaks, hard lines, fiery furrows, all scrawled by our speeding electric light. With my hand I tried to curb the pounding of my heart.
At 10:35 Captain Nemo left the steering wheel and turned to me: "The Mediterranean," he told me.
In less than twenty minutes, swept along by the torrent, the Nautilus had just cleared the Isthmus of Suez.
CHAPTER 6.
The Greek Islands.
AT SUNRISE the next morning, February 12, the Nautilus rose to the surface of the waves.
I rushed onto the platform. The hazy silhouette of Pelusium was outlined three miles to the south. A torrent had carried us from one sea to the other. But although that tunnel was easy to descend, going back up must have been impossible.
Near seven o"clock Ned and Conseil joined me. Those two inseparable companions had slept serenely, utterly unaware of the Nautilus"s feat.
"Well, Mr. Naturalist," the Canadian asked in a gently mocking tone, "and how about that Mediterranean?"
"We"re floating on its surface, Ned my friend."
"What!" Conseil put in. "Last night ... ?"
"Yes, last night, in a matter of minutes, we cleared that insuperable isthmus."
"I don"t believe a word of it," the Canadian replied.
"And you"re in the wrong, Mr. Land," I went on. "That flat coastline curving southward is the coast of Egypt."
"Tell it to the marines, sir," answered the stubborn Canadian.
"But if master says so," Conseil told him, "then so be it."
"What"s more, Ned," I said, "Captain Nemo himself did the honors in his tunnel, and I stood beside him in the pilothouse while he steered the Nautilus through that narrow pa.s.sageway."
"You hear, Ned?" Conseil said.
"And you, Ned, who have such good eyes," I added, "you can spot the jetties of Port Said stretching out to sea."
The Canadian looked carefully.
"Correct," he said. "You"re right, professor, and your captain"s a superman. We"re in the Mediterranean. Fine. So now let"s have a chat about our little doings, if you please, but in such a way that n.o.body overhears."
I could easily see what the Canadian was driving at. In any event, I thought it best to let him have his chat, and we all three went to sit next to the beacon, where we were less exposed to the damp spray from the billows.
"Now, Ned, we"re all ears," I said. "What have you to tell us?"
"What I"ve got to tell you is very simple," the Canadian replied. "We"re in Europe, and before Captain Nemo"s whims take us deep into the polar seas or back to Oceania, I say we should leave this Nautilus."
I confess that such discussions with the Canadian always baffled me. I didn"t want to restrict my companions" freedom in any way, and yet I had no desire to leave Captain Nemo. Thanks to him and his submersible, I was finishing my undersea research by the day, and I was rewriting my book on the great ocean depths in the midst of its very element. Would I ever again have such an opportunity to observe the ocean"s wonders? Absolutely not! So I couldn"t entertain this idea of leaving the Nautilus before completing our course of inquiry.
"Ned my friend," I said, "answer me honestly. Are you bored with this ship? Are you sorry that fate has cast you into Captain Nemo"s hands?"
The Canadian paused for a short while before replying. Then, crossing his arms: "Honestly," he said, "I"m not sorry about this voyage under the seas. I"ll be glad to have done it, but in order to have done it, it has to finish. That"s my feeling."
"It will finish, Ned."
"Where and when?"
"Where? I don"t know. When? I can"t say. Or, rather, I suppose it will be over when these seas have nothing more to teach us. Everything that begins in this world must inevitably come to an end."
"I think as master does," Conseil replied, "and it"s extremely possible that after crossing every sea on the globe, Captain Nemo will bid the three of us a fond farewell."
"Bid us a fond farewell?" the Canadian exclaimed. "You mean beat us to a fare-thee-well!"
"Let"s not exaggerate, Mr. Land," I went on. "We have nothing to fear from the captain, but neither do I share Conseil"s views. We"re privy to the Nautilus"s secrets, and I don"t expect that its commander, just to set us free, will meekly stand by while we spread those secrets all over the world."
"But in that case what do you expect?" the Canadian asked.
"That we"ll encounter advantageous conditions for escaping just as readily in six months as now."
"Great Scott!" Ned Land put in. "And where, if you please, will we be in six months, Mr. Naturalist?"
"Perhaps here, perhaps in China. You know how quickly the Nautilus moves. It crosses oceans like swallows cross the air or express trains continents. It doesn"t fear heavily traveled seas. Who can say it won"t hug the coasts of France, England, or America, where an escape attempt could be carried out just as effectively as here."
"Professor Aronnax," the Canadian replied, "your arguments are rotten to the core. You talk way off in the future: "We"ll be here, we"ll be there!" Me, I"m talking about right now: we are here, and we must take advantage of it!"
I was hard pressed by Ned Land"s common sense, and I felt myself losing ground. I no longer knew what arguments to put forward on my behalf.
"Sir," Ned went on, "let"s suppose that by some impossibility, Captain Nemo offered your freedom to you this very day. Would you accept?"
"I don"t know," I replied.
"And suppose he adds that this offer he"s making you today won"t ever be repeated, then would you accept?"
I did not reply.
"And what thinks our friend Conseil?" Ned Land asked.
"Your friend Conseil," the fine lad replied serenely, "has nothing to say for himself. He"s a completely disinterested party on this question. Like his master, like his comrade Ned, he"s a bachelor. Neither wife, parents, nor children are waiting for him back home. He"s in master"s employ, he thinks like master, he speaks like master, and much to his regret, he can"t be counted on to form a majority. Only two persons face each other here: master on one side, Ned Land on the other. That said, your friend Conseil is listening, and he"s ready to keep score."
I couldn"t help smiling as Conseil wiped himself out of existence. Deep down, the Canadian must have been overjoyed at not having to contend with him.
"Then, sir," Ned Land said, "since Conseil is no more, we"ll have this discussion between just the two of us. I"ve talked, you"ve listened. What"s your reply?"
It was obvious that the matter had to be settled, and evasions were distasteful to me.
"Ned my friend," I said, "here"s my reply. You have right on your side and my arguments can"t stand up to yours. It will never do to count on Captain Nemo"s benevolence. The most ordinary good sense would forbid him to set us free. On the other hand, good sense decrees that we take advantage of our first opportunity to leave the Nautilus."
"Fine, Professor Aronnax, that"s wisely said."
"But one proviso," I said, "just one. The opportunity must be the real thing. Our first attempt to escape must succeed, because if it misfires, we won"t get a second chance, and Captain Nemo will never forgive us."
"That"s also well put," the Canadian replied. "But your proviso applies to any escape attempt, whether it happens in two years or two days. So this is still the question: if a promising opportunity comes up, we have to grab it."
"Agreed. And now, Ned, will you tell me what you mean by a promising opportunity?"
"One that leads the Nautilus on a cloudy night within a short distance of some European coast."
"And you"ll try to get away by swimming?"
"Yes, if we"re close enough to sh.o.r.e and the ship"s afloat on the surface. No, if we"re well out and the ship"s navigating under the waters."
"And in that event?"
"In that event I"ll try to get hold of the skiff. I know how to handle it. We"ll stick ourselves inside, undo the bolts, and rise to the surface, without the helmsman in the bow seeing a thing."
"Fine, Ned. Stay on the lookout for such an opportunity, but don"t forget, one slipup will finish us."
"I won"t forget, sir."
"And now, Ned, would you like to know my overall thinking on your plan?"
"Gladly, Professor Aronnax."
"Well then, I think--and I don"t mean "I hope"--that your promising opportunity won"t ever arise."
"Why not?"
"Because Captain Nemo recognizes that we haven"t given up all hope of recovering our freedom, and he"ll keep on his guard, above all in seas within sight of the coasts of Europe."
"I"m of master"s opinion," Conseil said.
"We"ll soon see," Ned Land replied, shaking his head with a determined expression.