"Could there be a fire on board?" I wondered.
I was about to leave the lounge when Captain Nemo entered.
He approached the thermometer, consulted it, and turned to me:
"42 degrees centigrade," he said.
"I"ve detected as much, captain," I replied, "and if it gets even slightly hotter, we won"t be able to stand it."
"Oh, professor, it won"t get any hotter unless we want it to!"
"You mean you can control this heat?"
"No, but I can back away from the fireplace producing it."
"So it"s outside?"
"Surely. We"re cruising in a current of boiling water."
"It can"t be!" I exclaimed.
"Look."
The panels had opened, and I could see a completely white sea around the Nautilus. Steaming sulfurous fumes uncoiled in the midst of waves bubbling like water in a boiler.
I leaned my hand against one of the windows, but the heat was so great, I had to s.n.a.t.c.h it back.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Near the island of Santorini, professor," the captain answered me, "and right in the channel that separates the volcanic islets of Nea Kameni and Palea Kameni. I wanted to offer you the unusual sight of an underwater eruption."
"I thought," I said, "that the formation of such new islands had come to an end."
"Nothing ever comes to an end in these volcanic waterways,"
Captain Nemo replied, "and thanks to its underground fires, our globe is continuously under construction in these regions.
According to the Latin historians Ca.s.siodorus and Pliny, by the year 19 of the Christian era, a new island, the divine Thera, had already appeared in the very place these islets have more recently formed.
Then Thera sank under the waves, only to rise and sink once more in the year 69 A.D. From that day to this, such plutonic construction work has been in abeyance. But on February 3, 1866, a new islet named George Island emerged in the midst of sulfurous steam near Nea Kameni and was fused to it on the 6th of the same month.
Seven days later, on February 13, the islet of Aphroessa appeared, leaving a ten-meter channel between itself and Nea Kameni. I was in these seas when that phenomenon occurred and I was able to observe its every phase. The islet of Aphroessa was circular in shape, measuring 300 feet in diameter and thirty feet in height.
It was made of black, gla.s.sy lava mixed with bits of feldspar.
Finally, on March 10, a smaller islet called Reka appeared next to Nea Kameni, and since then, these three islets have fused to form one single, selfsame island."
"What about this channel we"re in right now?" I asked.
"Here it is," Captain Nemo replied, showing me a chart of the Greek Islands. "You observe that I"ve entered the new islets in their place."
"But will this channel fill up one day?"
"Very likely, Professor Aronnax, because since 1866 eight little lava islets have surged up in front of the port of St. Nicolas on Palea Kameni. So it"s obvious that Nea and Palea will join in days to come. In the middle of the Pacific, tiny infusoria build continents, but here they"re built by volcanic phenomena.
Look, sir! Look at the construction work going on under these waves."
I returned to the window. The Nautilus was no longer moving.
The heat had become unbearable. From the white it had recently been, the sea was turning red, a coloration caused by the presence of iron salts. Although the lounge was hermetically sealed, it was filling with an intolerable stink of sulfur, and I could see scarlet flames of such brightness, they overpowered our electric light.
I was swimming in perspiration, I was stifling, I was about to be cooked.
Yes, I felt myself cooking in actual fact!
"We can"t stay any longer in this boiling water," I told the captain.
"No, it wouldn"t be advisable," replied Nemo the Emotionless.
He gave an order. The Nautilus tacked about and retreated from this furnace it couldn"t brave with impunity. A quarter of an hour later, we were breathing fresh air on the surface of the waves.
It then occurred to me that if Ned had chosen these waterways for our escape attempt, we wouldn"t have come out alive from this sea of fire.
The next day, February 16, we left this basin, which tallies depths of 3,000 meters between Rhodes and Alexandria, and pa.s.sing well out from Cerigo Island after doubling Cape Matapan, the Nautilus left the Greek Islands behind.
CHAPTER 7
The Mediterranean in Forty-Eight Hours
THE MEDITERRANEAN, your ideal blue sea: to Greeks simply "the sea,"
to Hebrews "the great sea," to Romans mare nostrum.* Bordered by orange trees, aloes, cactus, and maritime pine trees, perfumed with the scent of myrtle, framed by rugged mountains, saturated with clean, transparent air but continuously under construction by fires in the earth, this sea is a genuine battlefield where Neptune and Pluto still struggle for world domination.
Here on these beaches and waters, says the French historian Michelet, a man is revived by one of the most invigorating climates in the world.
*Latin: "our sea." Ed.
But as beautiful as it was, I could get only a quick look at this basin whose surface area comprises 2,000,000 square kilometers.
Even Captain Nemo"s personal insights were denied me, because that mystifying individual didn"t appear one single time during our high-speed crossing. I estimate that the Nautilus covered a track of some 600 leagues under the waves of this sea, and this voyage was accomplished in just twenty-four hours times two.
Departing from the waterways of Greece on the morning of February 16, we cleared the Strait of Gibraltar by sunrise on the 18th.
It was obvious to me that this Mediterranean, pinned in the middle of those sh.o.r.es he wanted to avoid, gave Captain Nemo no pleasure.
Its waves and breezes brought back too many memories, if not too many regrets. Here he no longer had the ease of movement and freedom of maneuver that the oceans allowed him, and his Nautilus felt cramped so close to the coasts of both Africa and Europe.
Accordingly, our speed was twenty-five miles (that is, twelve four-kilometer leagues) per hour. Needless to say, Ned Land had to give up his escape plans, much to his distress.
Swept along at the rate of twelve to thirteen meters per second, he could hardly make use of the skiff. Leaving the Nautilus under these conditions would have been like jumping off a train racing at this speed, a rash move if there ever was one.
Moreover, to renew our air supply, the submersible rose to the surface of the waves only at night, and relying solely on compa.s.s and log, it steered by dead reckoning.
Inside the Mediterranean, then, I could catch no more of its fast-pa.s.sing scenery than a traveler might see from an express train; in other words, I could view only the distant horizons because the foregrounds flashed by like lightning.
But Conseil and I were able to observe those Mediterranean fish whose powerful fins kept pace for a while in the Nautilus"s waters.
We stayed on watch before the lounge windows, and our notes enable me to reconstruct, in a few words, the ichthyology of this sea.
Among the various fish inhabiting it, some I viewed, others I glimpsed, and the rest I missed completely because of the Nautilus"s speed.
Kindly allow me to sort them out using this whimsical system of cla.s.sification. It will at least convey the quickness of my observations.
In the midst of the watery ma.s.s, brightly lit by our electric beams, there snaked past those one-meter lampreys that are common to nearly every clime. A type of ray from the genus Oxyrhynchus, five feet wide, had a white belly with a spotted, ash-gray back and was carried along by the currents like a huge, wide-open shawl.
Other rays pa.s.sed by so quickly I couldn"t tell if they deserved that name "eagle ray" coined by the ancient Greeks, or those designations of "rat ray," "bat ray," and "toad ray" that modern fishermen have inflicted on them. Dogfish known as topes, twelve feet long and especially feared by divers, were racing with each other.