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This episode is brought to you by Aluminus Atmosphere. Tonight, we'll read the next part to 20,000 Leagues under the sea, a classic science fiction adventure novel by French writer Jules Verne. In the last episode, Aeronax, Concei, and Ned obtained permission to row ashore to a

nearby deserted tropical island.

After only eating seafood, Ned in particular is craving to hunt down some land food.

They feast on local flora and fauna for several days.

Let's get cozy. Gliger eyes. I like your body and the softness of your bed. Now take a few deep breaths. 21 Captain Nemo's Thunderbolt. We looked at the edge of the forest without rising. My hand stopped in the action of putting a tasty morsel to my mouth. Ned lands completing its office. A second stone carefully aimed that made a savory pigeon's leg fall from Consay's hand gave still more weight to his observation. To the boat, I said, herring to the sea. Our boat was more at about 60 feet from us. Stones and arrows fell, thickly near us. That land had not wished to leave his provisions, and in spite of his imminent danger, his pig on one side, and kangaroos on the other, he went tolerably fast. In two minutes we were on the shore. To load the boat with provisions and arms, to push it out to sea, and to ship the oars was the work of an instant. We had not gone two cable-links, when a hundred island people howling and just dilating, inter the water up to their wastes. I watched to see if their apparition would attract some men from the Nautilus onto the platform. But no, the enormous machine lying off was absolutely deserted. 20 minutes later we were on board. The panels were open. After making the boat fast, we entered into the interior of the Nonilus. I descended to the drawing-room from whence I heard some cords. Captain Nemo was there, bending over the organ and plunged in a musical ecstasy. Captain. He did not hear me. Captain. I said, touching his hand. He shuddered, and turning from round said, it is you, Professor.

Well, have you had a good hunt?

Have you botanized successfully? Yes, Captain, but we have unfortunately brought a troop of bipeds, Ooth vicinity, troubles me. What bipeds? Savages. Savages? He echoed ironically. So you are a astonished professor at having set foot on a strange land and finding strange people's savages. Where are there not any besides are they worse than others, these whom you call savages? But Captain, how many have you counted? A hundred at least. your Aeronax replied Captain Nemo, placing his fingers on the organ stops. Moonle the natives of Papua are assembled on the shore. The Nautilus will have nothing to fear from their attacks. The captain's fingers were then running over the keys of the instrument, and I remarked that he touched only the black keys, which gave his melodies an essentially scotch character. Soon he had forgotten my presence, and had plunged into a reverie that I did not disturb. I went up again onto the platform. Night had already fallen. For in this low latitude, the sun sets rapidly and without twilight. I could only see the island indistinctly, but the numerous fires lighted on the beach, showed that the natives did not think of leaving it. I was alone for several hours, sometimes thinking of the natives, but without any dread of them. For the confidence of the captain was catching, sometimes forgetting them to admire the splendors of the night in the tropics. My remembrances went to France in the train of those zodiacal stars that would shine in some hours' time. The moon shone in the midst of the constellations of the zenith. The night slipped away without any mischance. The panels were open and would have offered an easy access to the interior of the Nondelus. At six o'clock in the morning of the 8th of January, I went up onto the platform. The dull one was breaking. The island soon showed itself through the dissipating fogs, first the shore, then the summits. The native people were there, more numerous than on the day before. Five, or 600 perhaps, some of them, profiting by the low water, had come on to the corral. At less than two cable lengths from the Nautilus, I distinguished them easily. They were true Papuans with athletic figures, high foreheads and white teeth., their woolly hair, with a reddish tinge, showed off on their shining bodies, from the lobes of their ears, cut and distended, hung chaplets of bones. Most of these people were naked. Amongst them, I remarked some women, dressed from the hips to knees, and quite a crinoline of herbs that sustained a vegetable waste band. Some chiefs had ornamented their necks with a crescent and collars of glass beads, red and white. Nearly all were armed with bows, arrows, and shields, and carried on their shoulders a sort of net containing those round stones which they cast from their slings with great skill. One of these chiefs, rather near to the notalless, examined it attentively. He was perhaps a meadow of high rank, for he was draped in a mat of banana leaves, notched round the edges, and set off with brilliant colors. During low water, the natives roamed about near the Nautilus, but were not troublesome. I heard them frequently repeat the word hasae, and by their gestures, I understood that they invited me to go on land, an invitation that I declined. So that, on that day, the boat did not push off to the great displeasure of Masterland who could not complete his provisions.

This adroit Canadian employed his time in preparing the food that he had brought off the island.

As for the local islanders, they returned to the shore about 11 o'clock in the morning,

as soon as the coral tops began to disappear under the rising tide. But I saw their numbers had increased considerably on the shore. Probably they came from the neighboring islands, or very likely from Papua. However, I had not seen a single native canoe. Having nothing better to do, I thought of dragging these beautiful, lipid waters under which I saw a profusion of shells, Zoologicals, Zoolophytes, and marine plants.

Moreover, it was the last day that the non-aless would pass in these parts. If it float in open sea the next day according to Captain Nemo's promise. I therefore called Konsei, who brought me a little light drag, very like those for the oyster fishery. Now to work. For two hours we fished unceasingly, but without bringing up any rarities. The drag was filled with mites, ears, harps, and particularly the most beautiful hammers I have ever seen. We also brought up some sea slugs, pearl oysters, and some turtles. But just when I expected at least, I put my hand on a wonder, I might say a natural deformity very rarely met with. Kahnze was just dragging, and his net came up filled with diverse ordinary shells. When all at once, he saw me plunge my arm quickly into the net to draw out a shell and heard me utter a cry. What is the matter, sir?" he asked in surprise. Has Master been bitten? No. But I would willingly have given a finger for my discovery. What discovery? This shell, I said, holding up the object of my triumph. It is simply an olive porphyry, genus olive, order of the pectin-branchody, class of gastropods. Yes, but that is a common shell. Yes, can't say, but instead of being rolled from right to left, this olive turns from left to right. Is it possible? Yes, it is a left shell. Shells are all right-handed with rare exceptions, and when my chance, their spiral is left, amateurs are ready to pay their weight in gold. Concei and I were absorbed in the contemplation of our treasure, and I was promising myself to enrich the museum with it, when a stone unfortunately thrown by a native struck against and broke the precious object in Consay's hand, I uttered a cry of despair. Consay wasn't earnest to go forth and challenge the man who had committed the destructive act, but I was not of his opinion. However, the situation had changed some minutes before, and we had not perceived. A score of canoes surrounded the non-alice. These canoes scooped out of the trunk of a tree, long, narrow, well adapted for speed, were balanced by means of a long bamboo pole, which floated on the water. They were managed by skillful, half naked paddlers, and I watched their advance. At this moment, the canoes approached the nautilus and a shower of arrows alighted on her. I went down to the saloon but found no one there. I ventured to knock at the door that opened into the captain's room. Come in was the answer. entered and found Captain Nemo deep in algebraical calculations of X and other quantities. I am disturbing you, Senai, for courtesy's sake. That is true, Mesier Aeronax replied the captain, but I think you have serious reasons for seeing to me. Very grave ones, the native people are surrounding us in their canoes, and in a few minutes we shall certainly be overtaken by hundreds of them. Ah, said Captain Nemo quietly, they are come with their canoes. Yes, sir. Well, sir, we must close the hatches. Exactly, and I came to say to you, Nothing can be more simple," said Captain Nemo. And pressing an electric button, he transmitted in order to the ship's crew. It is all done, sir, said he, after some moments. The pinises ready, and the hatches are closed. You do not fear, I imagine, that these gentlemen could stave in walls on which the balls of your frigate have had no effect. No, captain, but a danger still exists. What is that, sir? It is that tomorrow at about this hour we must open the hatches to renew the air of the novelists. Now if at this moment the Papa Owens should occupy the platform.

I do not see how you could prevent them from entering. Then, sir, you suppose that they will board us? I am certain of it. Well, sir, let them come. I see no reason for hindering them. After all, these Papuans are poor creatures, and I am unwilling that my visit to this island should cause the life of a single one of them. Upon that I was going away, but Captain Nemo detained me and asked me to sit down by him. He questioned me with interest about our excursions on shore and our hunting, and seemed to not understand the craving for meat that possessed the Canadian. Then the conversation turned on various subjects, and without being more communicative, Captain Nemo showed himself more amiable. Amongst other things we happened to speak of the situation of the Nautilus run aground, in exactly the same spot in this straight where Dumont-Durville was nearly lost. Apropos of this.

This derville was one of your great sailors, said the captain to me. One of your most intelligent navigators. He is the captain, cook of your Frenchman, unfortunate man of science, after having brave the icebergs of the South Pole, the coral reefs of Oshianna, to perish miserably in a railway train if this energetic man could have reflected during the last moments of his life, what must have been uppermost in his last thoughts to you suppose.

So speaking, Captain Nemo seemed moved, and his emotion gave me a better opinion of him.

Then, chart in hand, we reviewed the travels of the French navigator,

his voyages of circumnavigation, his double detention at the South Pole, which led to the discovery of Adelaide and Louis Philippe, and fixing the hydrographical bearings of the principal islands of Oceania, that which your dear Veal has done on the surface of the seas, said Captain Nemo, that have eye done under them, and more easily, more completely than he. His ships incessantly tossed about by the hurricane could not be worth the Nautilus, quiet repository of labor that she is truly motionless in the midst of the waters. Tomorrow, added the captain, rising, tomorrow at 20 minutes to 3 pm, the nautilus shell-float, and leave the strait of torres un-injured. Having currently pronounced these words, Captain Nimo bowed slightly, this was to dismiss me, and I went back to my room. There I found a con say who wished to know the result of my interview with the captain. My boy said I, when I feigned to believe that his non-alice was threatened by the natives of Papua, the captain answered me very sarcastically. I have but one thing to say to you, have confidence in him, and go to sleep and peace. Have you no need of my services, sir? No, my friend. What is Ned Land doing? If you will excuse me, sir, answered Konsei. A friend Ned is busy making pie, which will be a marvel. I remained alone and went to bed. But slept indifferently. I heard the nummies of the islanders above, who was stamped on the platform, yelling out cries. The night passed thus, without disturbing the ordinary repose of the crew. The presence did not seem to bother them in the least. At six in the morning I rose, the hatches had not been opened. The inner air was not renewed, but the reservoirs filled ready for any emergency we're now resorted to and discharged several cubic feet of

o But the reservoirs, filled ready for any emergency, were now resorted to, and discharged several cubic feet of oxygen into the exhausted atmosphere of the Nautilus. I worked in my room till noon, without having seen Captain Nemo, even for an instant. One board no preparations for departures were visible. I waited still some time, then went into the large saloon. The clock marked half past two. In ten minutes, it would be high tide. and if Captain Nemo had not made a rash promise, the Nautilus would be immediately detached. If not, many months would pass air she could leave her bed of coral. However, some vibrations began to be felt in the vessel. I heard the keel grating against the rough, calcorous bottom of the coral reef. At 5 and 20 minutes to 3, Captain Nimo appeared. We are going to start.

See. At five and twenty minutes to three, Captain Nemo appeared.

We are going to start, said he, aha, replied I, and I have given the shoulders. Will they not come inside the Nautilus? How? At this moment, the Nautilus raised by the last waves of the tide, quitted her coral bed exactly at the 40th minute fixed by the captain. Her screw swept the water slowly and majestically. Her speed increased gradually, and sailing on the surface of the ocean, she quitted safe and sound, the dangerous

passes of the Straits of Dore's.

22. I agree, Somnia. The following day, the 10th of January, the Nautilus continued her course between two seas, but with such remarkable speed that I could not estimate it at less than 35 miles an hour. The rapidity of her screw was such that I could neither follow nor count its revolutions. When I reflected that this marvelous electric agent, after having a forwarded motion, heat, and the light to the non-alice, still protected her from outward attack and transformed her into an arc of safety which no profane hand might touch without being thundershicken. My admiration was unbounded, and from the structure it extended to the engineer who had called it into existence. Our course was directed to the west, and on the 11th of January we doubled Cape Wessel. Situated in 135 degrees longitude and 10 degrees south latitude, which forms the east point of the Gulf of Carpentaria. The reefs were still numerous, but more equalized and marked on the chart with extreme precision. The The novel has easily avoided the breakers of money to port and the Victoria

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