Its fins set vertically, its propeller thrown in gear at the captain"s signal, the Nautilus rose with lightning speed, shooting upward like an air balloon into the sky. Vibrating resonantly, it knifed through the watery ma.s.s. Not a single detail was visible. In four minutes it had cleared the four vertical leagues separating it from the surface of the ocean, and after emerging like a flying fish, it fell back into the sea, making the waves leap to prodigious heights.
CHAPTER 12.
Sperm Whales and Baleen Whales.
DURING THE NIGHT of March 13-14, the Nautilus resumed its southward heading. Once it was abreast of Cape Horn, I thought it would strike west of the cape, make for Pacific seas, and complete its tour of the world. It did nothing of the sort and kept moving toward the southernmost regions. So where was it bound? The pole? That was insanity. I was beginning to think that the captain"s recklessness more than justified Ned Land"s worst fears.
For a good while the Canadian had said nothing more to me about his escape plans. He had become less sociable, almost sullen. I could see how heavily this protracted imprisonment was weighing on him. I could feel the anger building in him. Whenever he encountered the captain, his eyes would flicker with dark fire, and I was in constant dread that his natural vehemence would cause him to do something rash.
That day, March 14, he and Conseil managed to find me in my stateroom. I asked them the purpose of their visit.
"To put a simple question to you, sir," the Canadian answered me.
"Go on, Ned."
"How many men do you think are on board the Nautilus?"
"I"m unable to say, my friend."
"It seems to me," Ned Land went on, "that it wouldn"t take much of a crew to run a ship like this one."
"Correct," I replied. "Under existing conditions some ten men at the most should be enough to operate it."
"All right," the Canadian said, "then why should there be any more than that?"
"Why?" I answered.
I stared at Ned Land, whose motives were easy to guess.
"Because," I said, "if I can trust my hunches, if I truly understand the captain"s way of life, his Nautilus isn"t simply a ship. It"s meant to be a refuge for people like its commander, people who have severed all ties with the sh.o.r.e."
"Perhaps," Conseil said, "but in a nutsh.e.l.l, the Nautilus can hold only a certain number of men, so couldn"t master estimate their maximum?"
"How, Conseil?"
"By calculating it. Master is familiar with the ship"s capacity, hence the amount of air it contains; on the other hand, master knows how much air each man consumes in the act of breathing, and he can compare this data with the fact that the Nautilus must rise to the surface every twenty-four hours ..."
Conseil didn"t finish his sentence, but I could easily see what he was driving at.
"I follow you," I said. "But while they"re simple to do, such calculations can give only a very uncertain figure."
"No problem," the Canadian went on insistently.
"Then here"s how to calculate it," I replied. "In one hour each man consumes the oxygen contained in 100 liters of air, hence during twenty-four hours the oxygen contained in 2,400 liters. Therefore, we must look for the multiple of 2,400 liters of air that gives us the amount found in the Nautilus."
"Precisely," Conseil said.
"Now then," I went on, "the Nautilus"s capacity is 1,500 metric tons, and that of a ton is 1,000 liters, so the Nautilus holds 1,500,000 liters of air, which, divided by 2,400 ..."
I did a quick pencil calculation.
"... gives us the quotient of 625. Which is tantamount to saying that the air contained in the Nautilus would be exactly enough for 625 men over twenty-four hours."
"625!" Ned repeated.
"But rest a.s.sured," I added, "that between pa.s.sengers, seamen, or officers, we don"t total one-tenth of that figure."
"Which is still too many for three men!" Conseil muttered.
"So, my poor Ned, I can only counsel patience."
"And," Conseil replied, "even more than patience, resignation."
Conseil had said the true word.
"Even so," he went on, "Captain Nemo can"t go south forever! He"ll surely have to stop, if only at the Ice Bank, and he"ll return to the seas of civilization! Then it will be time to resume Ned Land"s plans."
The Canadian shook his head, pa.s.sed his hand over his brow, made no reply, and left us.
"With master"s permission, I"ll make an observation to him," Conseil then told me. "Our poor Ned broods about all the things he can"t have. He"s haunted by his former life. He seems to miss everything that"s denied us. He"s obsessed by his old memories and it"s breaking his heart. We must understand him. What does he have to occupy him here? Nothing. He isn"t a scientist like master, and he doesn"t share our enthusiasm for the sea"s wonders. He would risk anything just to enter a tavern in his own country!"
To be sure, the monotony of life on board must have seemed unbearable to the Canadian, who was accustomed to freedom and activity. It was a rare event that could excite him. That day, however, a development occurred that reminded him of his happy years as a harpooner.
Near eleven o"clock in the morning, while on the surface of the ocean, the Nautilus fell in with a herd of baleen whales. This encounter didn"t surprise me, because I knew these animals were being hunted so relentlessly that they took refuge in the ocean basins of the high lat.i.tudes.
In the maritime world and in the realm of geographic exploration, whales have played a major role. This is the animal that first dragged the Basques in its wake, then Asturian Spaniards, Englishmen, and Dutchmen, emboldening them against the ocean"s perils, and leading them to the ends of the earth. Baleen whales like to frequent the southernmost and northernmost seas. Old legends even claim that these cetaceans led fishermen to within a mere seven leagues of the North Pole. Although this feat is fict.i.tious, it will someday come true, because it"s likely that by hunting whales in the Arctic or Antarctic regions, man will finally reach this unknown spot on the globe.
We were seated on the platform next to a tranquil sea. The month of March, since it"s the equivalent of October in these lat.i.tudes, was giving us some fine autumn days. It was the Canadian-- on this topic he was never mistaken--who sighted a baleen whale on the eastern horizon. If you looked carefully, you could see its blackish back alternately rise and fall above the waves, five miles from the Nautilus.
"Wow!" Ned Land exclaimed. "If I were on board a whaler, there"s an encounter that would be great fun! That"s one big animal! Look how high its blowholes are spouting all that air and steam! d.a.m.nation! Why am I chained to this hunk of sheet iron!"
"Why, Ned!" I replied. "You still aren"t over your old fishing urges?"
"How could a whale fisherman forget his old trade, sir? Who could ever get tired of such exciting hunting?"
"You"ve never fished these seas, Ned?"
"Never, sir. Just the northernmost seas, equally in the Bering Strait and the Davis Strait."
"So the southern right whale is still unknown to you. Until now it"s the bowhead whale you"ve hunted, and it won"t risk going past the warm waters of the equator."
"Oh, professor, what are you feeding me?" the Canadian answered in a tolerably skeptical tone.
"I"m feeding you the facts."
"By thunder! In "65, just two and a half years ago, I to whom you speak, I myself stepped onto the carca.s.s of a whale near Greenland, and its flank still carried the marked harpoon of a whaling ship from the Bering Sea. Now I ask you, after it had been wounded west of America, how could this animal be killed in the east, unless it had cleared the equator and doubled Cape Horn or the Cape of Good Hope?"
"I agree with our friend Ned," Conseil said, "and I"m waiting to hear how master will reply to him."
"Master will reply, my friends, that baleen whales are localized, according to species, within certain seas that they never leave. And if one of these animals went from the Bering Strait to the Davis Strait, it"s quite simply because there"s some pa.s.sageway from the one sea to the other, either along the coasts of Canada or Siberia."
"You expect us to fall for that?" the Canadian asked, tipping me a wink.
"If master says so," Conseil replied.
"Which means," the Canadian went on, "since I"ve never fished these waterways, I don"t know the whales that frequent them?"
"That"s what I"ve been telling you, Ned."
"All the more reason to get to know them," Conseil answered.
"Look! Look!" the Canadian exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. "It"s approaching! It"s coming toward us! It"s thumbing its nose at me! It knows I can"t do a blessed thing to it!"
Ned stamped his foot. Brandishing an imaginary harpoon, his hands positively trembled.
"These cetaceans," he asked, "are they as big as the ones in the northernmost seas?"
"Pretty nearly, Ned."
"Because I"ve seen big baleen whales, sir, whales measuring up to 100 feet long! I"ve even heard that those rorqual whales off the Aleutian Islands sometimes get over 150 feet."
"That strikes me as exaggerated," I replied. "Those animals are only members of the genus Balaenoptera furnished with dorsal fins, and like sperm whales, they"re generally smaller than the bowhead whale."
"Oh!" exclaimed the Canadian, whose eyes hadn"t left the ocean. "It"s getting closer, it"s coming into the Nautilus"s waters!"
Then, going on with his conversation: "You talk about sperm whales," he said, "as if they were little beasts! But there are stories of gigantic sperm whales. They"re shrewd cetaceans. I hear that some will cover themselves with algae and fucus plants. People mistake them for islets. They pitch camp on top, make themselves at home, light a fire--"
"Build houses," Conseil said.
"Yes, funny man," Ned Land replied. "Then one fine day the animal dives and drags all its occupants down into the depths."
"Like in the voyages of Sinbad the Sailor," I answered, laughing. "Oh, Mr. Land, you"re addicted to tall tales! What sperm whales you"re handing us! I hope you don"t really believe in them!"
"Mr. Naturalist," the Canadian replied in all seriousness, "when it comes to whales, you can believe anything! (Look at that one move! Look at it stealing away!) People claim these animals can circle around the world in just fifteen days."
"I don"t say nay."
"But what you undoubtedly don"t know, Professor Aronnax, is that at the beginning of the world, whales traveled even quicker."
"Oh really, Ned! And why so?"
"Because in those days their tails moved side to side, like those on fish, in other words, their tails were straight up, thrashing the water from left to right, right to left. But spotting that they swam too fast, our Creator twisted their tails, and ever since they"ve been thrashing the waves up and down, at the expense of their speed."
"Fine, Ned," I said, then resurrected one of the Canadian"s expressions. "You expect us to fall for that?"
"Not too terribly," Ned Land replied, "and no more than if I told you there are whales that are 300 feet long and weigh 1,000,000 pounds."
"That"s indeed considerable," I said. "But you must admit that certain cetaceans do grow to significant size, since they"re said to supply as much as 120 metric tons of oil."
"That I"ve seen," the Canadian said.
"I can easily believe it, Ned, just as I can believe that certain baleen whales equal 100 elephants in bulk. Imagine the impact of such a ma.s.s if it were launched at full speed!"
"Is it true," Conseil asked, "that they can sink ships?"
"Ships? I doubt it," I replied. "However, they say that in 1820, right in these southern seas, a baleen whale rushed at the Ess.e.x and pushed it backward at a speed of four meters per second. Its stern was flooded, and the Ess.e.x went down fast."
Ned looked at me with a bantering expression.
"Speaking for myself," he said, "I once got walloped by a whale"s tail-- in my longboat, needless to say. My companions and I were launched to an alt.i.tude of six meters. But next to the professor"s whale, mine was just a baby."
"Do these animals live a long time?" Conseil asked.
"A thousand years," the Canadian replied without hesitation.
"And how, Ned," I asked, "do you know that"s so?"
"Because people say so."
"And why do people say so?"
"Because people know so."
"No, Ned! People don"t know so, they suppose so, and here"s the logic with which they back up their beliefs. When fishermen first hunted whales 400 years ago, these animals grew to bigger sizes than they do today. Reasonably enough, it"s a.s.sumed that today"s whales are smaller because they haven"t had time to reach their full growth. That"s why the Count de Buffon"s encyclopedia says that cetaceans can live, and even must live, for a thousand years. You understand?"
Ned Land didn"t understand. He no longer even heard me. That baleen whale kept coming closer. His eyes devoured it.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "It"s not just one whale, it"s ten, twenty, a whole gam! And I can"t do a thing! I"m tied hand and foot!"
"But Ned my friend," Conseil said, "why not ask Captain Nemo for permission to hunt--"
Before Conseil could finish his sentence, Ned Land scooted down the hatch and ran to look for the captain. A few moments later, the two of them reappeared on the platform.
Captain Nemo observed the herd of cetaceans cavorting on the waters a mile from the Nautilus.
"They"re southern right whales," he said. "There goes the fortune of a whole whaling fleet."
"Well, sir," the Canadian asked, "couldn"t I hunt them, just so I don"t forget my old harpooning trade?"
"Hunt them? What for?" Captain Nemo replied. "Simply to destroy them? We have no use for whale oil on this ship."
"But, sir," the Canadian went on, "in the Red Sea you authorized us to chase a dugong!"