"We"re in longitude 137 degrees 15" west of the meridian of Paris, and lat.i.tude 30 degrees 7" north, in other words, about 300 miles from the sh.o.r.es of j.a.pan. At noon on this day of November 8, we hereby begin our voyage of exploration under the waters."
"May G.o.d be with us!" I replied.
"And now, professor," the captain added, "I"ll leave you to your intellectual pursuits. I"ve set our course east-northeast at a depth of fifty meters. Here are some large-scale charts on which you"ll be able to follow that course. The lounge is at your disposal, and with your permission, I"ll take my leave."
Captain Nemo bowed. I was left to myself, lost in my thoughts.
They all centered on the Nautilus"s commander. Would I ever learn the nationality of this eccentric man who had boasted of having none?
His sworn hate for humanity, a hate that perhaps was bent on some dreadful revenge--what had provoked it? Was he one of those unappreciated scholars, one of those geniuses "embittered by the world," as Conseil expressed it, a latter-day Galileo, or maybe one of those men of science, like America"s Commander Maury, whose careers were ruined by political revolutions? I couldn"t say yet.
As for me, whom fate had just brought aboard his vessel, whose life he had held in the balance: he had received me coolly but hospitably. Only, he never took the hand I extended to him.
He never extended his own.
For an entire hour I was deep in these musings, trying to probe this mystery that fascinated me so. Then my eyes focused on a huge world map displayed on the table, and I put my finger on the very spot where our just-determined longitude and lat.i.tude intersected.
Like the continents, the sea has its rivers. These are exclusive currents that can be identified by their temperature and color, the most remarkable being the one called the Gulf Stream.
Science has defined the global paths of five chief currents: one in the north Atlantic, a second in the south Atlantic, a third in the north Pacific, a fourth in the south Pacific, and a fifth in the southern Indian Ocean. Also it"s likely that a sixth current used to exist in the northern Indian Ocean, when the Caspian and Aral Seas joined up with certain large Asian lakes to form a single uniform expanse of water.
Now then, at the spot indicated on the world map, one of these seagoing rivers was rolling by, the Kuroshio of the j.a.panese, the Black Current: heated by perpendicular rays from the tropical sun, it leaves the Bay of Bengal, crosses the Strait of Malacca, goes up the sh.o.r.es of Asia, and curves into the north Pacific as far as the Aleutian Islands, carrying along trunks of camphor trees and other local items, the pure indigo of its warm waters sharply contrasting with the ocean"s waves.
It was this current the Nautilus was about to cross.
I watched it on the map with my eyes, I saw it lose itself in the immenseness of the Pacific, and I felt myself swept along with it, when Ned Land and Conseil appeared in the lounge doorway.
My two gallant companions stood petrified at the sight of the wonders on display.
"Where are we?" the Canadian exclaimed. "In the Quebec Museum?"
"Begging master"s pardon," Conseil answered, "but this seems more like the Sommerard artifacts exhibition!"
"My friends," I replied, signaling them to enter, "you"re in neither Canada nor France, but securely aboard the Nautilus, fifty meters below sea level."
"If master says so, then so be it," Conseil answered.
"But in all honesty, this lounge is enough to astonish even someone Flemish like myself."
"Indulge your astonishment, my friend, and have a look, because there"s plenty of work here for a cla.s.sifier of your talents."
Conseil needed no encouraging. Bending over the gla.s.s cases, the gallant lad was already muttering choice words from the naturalist"s vocabulary: cla.s.s Gastropoda, family Buccinoidea, genus cowry, species Cypraea madagascariensis, etc.
Meanwhile Ned Land, less dedicated to conchology, questioned me about my interview with Captain Nemo. Had I discovered who he was, where he came from, where he was heading, how deep he was taking us?
In short, a thousand questions I had no time to answer.
I told him everything I knew--or, rather, everything I didn"t know-- and I asked him what he had seen or heard on his part.
"Haven"t seen or heard a thing!" the Canadian replied.
"I haven"t even spotted the crew of this boat. By any chance, could they be electric too?"
"Electric?"
"Oh ye G.o.ds, I"m half tempted to believe it! But back to you, Professor Aronnax," Ned Land said, still hanging on to his ideas.
"Can"t you tell me how many men are on board? Ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred?"
"I"m unable to answer you, Mr. Land. And trust me on this: for the time being, get rid of these notions of taking over the Nautilus or escaping from it. This boat is a masterpiece of modern technology, and I"d be sorry to have missed it!
Many people would welcome the circ.u.mstances that have been handed us, just to walk in the midst of these wonders. So keep calm, and let"s see what"s happening around us."
"See!" the harpooner exclaimed. "There"s nothing to see, nothing we"ll ever see from this sheet-iron prison! We"re simply running around blindfolded--"
Ned Land was just p.r.o.nouncing these last words when we were suddenly plunged into darkness, utter darkness. The ceiling lights went out so quickly, my eyes literally ached, just as if we had experienced the opposite sensation of going from the deepest gloom to the brightest sunlight.
We stood stock-still, not knowing what surprise was waiting for us, whether pleasant or unpleasant. But a sliding sound became audible.
You could tell that some panels were shifting over the Nautilus"s sides.
"It"s the beginning of the end!" Ned Land said.
". . . order Hydromedusa," Conseil muttered.
Suddenly, through two oblong openings, daylight appeared on both sides of the lounge. The liquid ma.s.ses came into view, brightly lit by the ship"s electric outpourings. We were separated from the sea by two panes of gla.s.s. Initially I shuddered at the thought that these fragile part.i.tions could break; but strong copper bands secured them, giving them nearly infinite resistance.
The sea was clearly visible for a one-mile radius around the Nautilus. What a sight! What pen could describe it?
Who could portray the effects of this light through these translucent sheets of water, the subtlety of its progressive shadings into the ocean"s upper and lower strata?
The transparency of salt water has long been recognized.
Its clarity is believed to exceed that of spring water.
The mineral and organic substances it holds in suspension actually increase its translucency. In certain parts of the Caribbean Sea, you can see the sandy bottom with startling distinctness as deep as 145 meters down, and the penetrating power of the sun"s rays seems to give out only at a depth of 300 meters.
But in this fluid setting traveled by the Nautilus, our electric glow was being generated in the very heart of the waves.
It was no longer illuminated water, it was liquid light.
If we accept the hypotheses of the microbiologist Ehrenberg-- who believes that these underwater depths are lit up by phosph.o.r.escent organisms--nature has certainly saved one of her most prodigious sights for residents of the sea, and I could judge for myself from the thousandfold play of the light.
On both sides I had windows opening over these unexplored depths.
The darkness in the lounge enhanced the brightness outside, and we stared as if this clear gla.s.s were the window of an immense aquarium.
The Nautilus seemed to be standing still. This was due to the lack of landmarks. But streaks of water, parted by the ship"s spur, sometimes threaded before our eyes with extraordinary speed.
In wonderment, we leaned on our elbows before these show windows, and our stunned silence remained unbroken until Conseil said:
"You wanted to see something, Ned my friend; well, now you have something to see!"
"How unusual!" the Canadian put in, setting aside his tantrums and getaway schemes while submitting to this irresistible allure.
"A man would go an even greater distance just to stare at such a sight!"
"Ah!" I exclaimed. "I see our captain"s way of life!
He"s found himself a separate world that saves its most astonishing wonders just for him!"
"But where are the fish?" the Canadian ventured to observe.
"I don"t see any fish!"
"Why would you care, Ned my friend?" Conseil replied.
"Since you have no knowledge of them."
"Me? A fisherman!" Ned Land exclaimed.
And on this subject a dispute arose between the two friends, since both were knowledgeable about fish, but from totally different standpoints.