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You're built to win it. Welcome to snoozecast. The podcast is on to help you fall asleep. Find us at snuescast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by a Sea of Milk. 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, while the passengers aboard the Nautilus approached the mysterious Arabian tunnel that will whisk them to the Mediterranean.

Net insists on taking a detour in a dinghy to pursue a duke-ong.

A duke-ong is actually a peaceful vegetarian, similar to a manatee, but in Jules Verne's

imagination, it is a monstrous beast with large tusks. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now take a few deep breaths. Chapter 6. The Grecian Archipelago. The next day, the twelfth of February, at the dawn of the day, the nautilus rose to the surface. I hastened on to the platform, three miles to the south, the dim outline of Pallusium was to be seen. A torn ad carried us from one sea to another. About seven o'clock, Ned and Konse joined me. Well, sir, naturalist, said the Canadian in a slightly jovial tone, and the Mediterranean. We are floating on its surface, friend Ned. I saw what the Canadian wanted, and in any case I thought it better to let him talk as he wished it. So we all three went and sat down near the lantern, where we were less exposed to the spray of the blades. Now, Ned, we listen, what have you to tell us? What I have to tell you is very simple. We are in Europe, and before Captain Nemo's caprices drag us once more to the bottom of the polar seas, or lead us into Oceania, I ask to leave the Nautilus. I wish to know way to shackle the liberty of my companions, but I certainly felt no desire to leave Captain Nemo. Thanks to him, and thanks to his apparatus, I was each day near the completion of my submarine studies, and I was rewriting my book of submarine depths in its very element. Should I ever again have such an opportunity of observing the wonders of the ocean? No, certainly not. And I could not bring myself to the idea of abandoning the nautilus before the cycle of investigation was accomplished. Friend Ned, answer me frankly. Are you tired of being on board? Are you sorry that destiny has thrown us into Captain Nemo's hands? The Canadian remained some moments without answering. Then, crossing his arms, he said, Frankly, I do not regret this journey under the seas. I shall be glad to have made it. But now that it is made, let us have done with it. That is my idea. It will come to an end, Ned. Where and when? Where? I do not know. When? I cannot say. Or rather, I suppose it will end when these seas have nothing more to teach us. Then what do you hope for, demanded the Canadian? That circumstance may occur as well six months hence, as now by which we may and ought to profit. Said that land. And where shall we be in six months if you please, sir naturalist? Perhaps in China? You know the Nautilus is a rapid traveler. It goes through the water as swallows through the air, or as an express on the land. It does not fear frequented seas. Who can say that it may not be the coasts of France, England, or America, on which flight may be attempted as advantageously as here? Measure Aeronax. Reply the Canadian. Your arguments are rotten at the foundation. You speak in the future. We shall be there. We shall be here. I speak in the present. We are here, and we must profit by it." Then Lian's logic pressed me hard, and I felt myself beaten on that ground.

I knew not what argument would now tell in my favor.

Sir, continued that, let us suppose an impossibility. If Captain Nemo should this day offer you your liberty, would you accept it? I do not know, I answered. And if you were to be able to do it, I would not have to be able to do it. would you accept it?

I do not know. I answered.

And if he added, the offer made you this day was never to be renewed, would you accept it? Friend Ned, this is my answer. Your reasoning is against me. We must not rely on Captain Nemo's good will. Common prudence forbids him to set us at liberty. On the other side, prudence bids us profit by the first opportunity to leave the Nautilus. Well, Monsieur Aerone, that is wisely said. Only one observation, just one. The occasion must be serious, and our first attempt must succeed. If it fails, we shall never find another, and Captain Nemo will never forgive us. All that is true, replied the Canadian, but your observation applies equally to all attempts at flight, whether in two years time or in two days. But the question is still this, if a favorable opportunity presents itself, it must be seized. Agreed, and now Ned, will you tell me what you mean by a favorable opportunity? It will be that which on a dark night will bring the modeless a short distance from some European coast. And you will try and save yourself by swimming? Yes. If we were near enough to the bank, and if the vessel was floating at the time, not if the bank was far away, and the boat was under the water, and in that case, in that case, I should seek to make myself master of the penace. I know how it has worked. We must get inside, and the bolts, once drawn, we shall come to the surface of the water, without even the pilot, who is in the boughs, perceiving our flight. Well, Ned, watch for the opportunity, but do not forget that a hitch will ruin us. I will not forget it, sir. And now Ned, would you like to know what I think of your project? Certainly, Messier-Hairnax. Well, I think I do not say a whole, I think that this favorable opportunity will never present itself. Why not? Because Captain Nemo cannot hide from himself that we have not given up all hope of regaining our liberty, and he will be on his guard above all in the seas and in the sight of European coasts. We shall see, replied Nedland, shaking his head. And now Nedland, I added, let us stop here. Not another word on the subject. The day that you are ready, come and let us know, and we will follow you. I rely entirely upon you. The scented conversation which, at no very distant time, led to such grave results. I must say here that facts seemed to confirm my foresight to the Canadians great despair. Did Captain Nemo distrust us in these frequented seas? or did he only wish to hide himself from the numerous vessels of all nations which plowed the Mediterranean? I could not tell, but we were often between waters and far from the coast. Or, if the Nautilus did emerge, nothing was to be seen but the pilot's cage. And sometimes it went to great depths. For between the Grecian archipelago and Asia Minor, we could not touch the bottom by more than a thousand fathoms. Thus, I only knew we were near the island of Carpathos, one of the sporadis, by Captain Nemo reciting some lines from Virgil as he pointed to a spot on the planet sphere. It was indeed the ancient abode of Proteus, the old shepherd of Neptune's flocks. Now the island of Skarponto situated between roads and creed. I saw nothing but the granted base to the glass panels of the saloon. The next day, the 14th of February, I resolved to employ some hours in studying the fishes of the archipelago.

But... I resolved to employ some hours in studying the fishes of the archipelago. But for some reason or other the panels remained hermetically sealed. Upon taking the course of the Nautilus I found that we were were going towards Candia, the ancient Isle of Crete. At the time I embarked on the Abraham Lincoln, the whole of this island, had risen in insurrection against the despotism of the Turks. But how the insurgents had fared since that time, I was absolutely ignorant, and it was not kept in Nemo deprived of all land communications who could tell me. I made no illusion to this event. When that night, I found myself alone with him in the saloon. Besides, he seemed to be taciturn and preoccupied. Then, contrary to his custom, he ordered both panels to be opened, and, going from one to the other, observed the mass of waters attentively. To what end I could not guess, so on my side, I employed my time in studying the fish, passing before my eyes. In the midst of the waters a man appeared, a diver carrying at his belt, a leathern purse. It was not a body abandoned to the waves. It was a living man swimming with a strong hand, disappearing occasionally to take breath at the surface. I turned towards Captain Nemo and an agitated voice exclaimed, a man shipwrecked, he must be saved at any price. The captain did not answer me, but came and leaned against the panel. The man had approached, and with his face flattened against the glass, was looking at us. To my great amazement, Captain Nemo signed to him. The diver answered with his hand, mounted immediately to the surface of the water and did not appear again. // // Do not be uncomfortable, said Captain Nemo. It is Nicholas, who have kept Metapan, named Pesca. He's well known, a bold diver, water is his element, and he lives more in it than on land, going continually from one island to another, even as far as Crete. You know him, Captain? Why not, measure Heronax?

Saying which Captain Nemo went towards a piece of furniture,

standing near the left panel of the saloon,

nearing this piece of furniture, I saw a chest bound with iron.

On the cover of which was a copper plate, bearing the cipher of the notalless with its device. At that moment, the captain, without noticing my presence, opened the piece of furniture, a sort of strong box, which held a great many ingots. Once were ingots of gold, from whence came this precious metal, which represented an enormous sum. Where did the captain gather this gold from? And what was he going to do with it? I did not say one word. I looked. Captain Nemo took the ingots one by one, and arranged them methodically in the chest, which he filled entirely. I estimated the content set more than 4,000 pounds, weight of gold, that is to say nearly 200,000. The chest was securely fastened, and the captain wrote in a dress on the lid in characters which must have belonged to modern Greece. done Captain Nemo prestinob, the wire of which communicated with the quarters of the crew, four men appeared, and, not without some trouble, pushed the chest out of the saloon. Then I heard them hoisting it up the iron staircase by means of police? At that moment Captain Nemo turned to me and you were saying, sir, said he, I was saying nothing, Captain. if you will allow me, I will wish you good night. Whereupon he turned and left. I returned to my room much troubled, as one may believe. I vainly tried to sleep. I sought the connecting link between the apparition of the diver and the chest filled with gold. Soon, I felt by certain movements of pitchings and tossings that the notalless was leaving the depths and returning to the surface. Then I heard steps upon the platform, and I knew they were unfastening, the penace and launching it upon the waves. For one instant, it struck the side of the Nautilus, then all noise ceased. Two hours after, the same noise, the same going and coming was renewed. The boat was hoisted on board, replaced in its socket, and the Nautilus again plunged under the waves. So these millions had been transported to their address. To what point of the continent? Who was Captain Nemo's correspondent? The next day I related to Konsei in the Canadian, the events of the night, which had excited my curiosity to the highest degree. My companions were not less surprised than myself. But where does he take his millions to? Asked Netland? To that, there was no possible answer. I returned to the saloon after having breakfast and set to work.

Till five o'clock in the evening, I employed myself in arranging my notes. At that moment, odd eye to attribute it to some peculiar idiosyncrasy, I felt so great a heat that I was obliged to take off my coat. It was strange. For we were under low latitudes, and even then, the nautilists submerged as it was, ought to experience no change of temperature. I looked at the monometer, it showed a depth of 60 feet, to which atmospheric heat could never attain. I continued my work, but the temperature rose to such a pitch as to be intolerable. Could there be fire on board? I asked myself. I was leaving when Captain Nemo entered. He approached the thermometer, consulted it, and turning to me said, 42 degrees. I have noticed it, Captain. I replied, and if it gets much hotter, we cannot bear it. Oh, sir, it will not get better if we do not wish it. You can reduce it as you please, then? No, but I can go farther

from the stove which produces it. It is outward, then. Certainly, we are floating in a current of boiling water. Is it possible? I exclaimed. Look. The panel's opened, and I saw the sea entirely white all around. A sulfur smoke was curling amid the waves, which boiled like water in a copper. I placed my hand on one of the panes of glass, but the heat was so great that I quickly took it off again. Where are we?" I asked. Near the island of Santa Rinn, sir, replied the captain, I wish to give you a sight of the curious spectacle of a sub-Marine eruption.

I thought, said I, that the formation of these new islands was ended. Nothing is ever ended in the volcanic parts of the sea. Replyed Captain Nemo. And the globe is always being worked by subterranean fires, already in the 19th year of our era. According to Pliny, a new island, Thia, the divine sank under the waves to rise again in the year 69, when they again subsided. that time to our days, the plutonian work has been suspended, but on the 3rd of February, 1866, a new island, which they named George Island, emerged from the midst of the sulfurous vapor, and settled again the sixth of the same month. Seven days after, the 13th of February, the island of Afaresa appeared, leaving between Nia Kemeni and itself a canal ten yards broad. I was in these seas when the phenomena occurred, and I was able therefore to observe all the different phases. The island of round form measured 300 feet in diameter and 30 feet in height. It was composed of black and vitreous lava mixed with fragments of fellspar and lastly on the 10th of March a smaller island called Rika showed itself near Nia Cometi. And since then then these three have joined together forming about one and the same island. And the canal in which we are at this moment I asked, here it is, replied Captain Nemo, Now, showing me a map of the archipelago.

You see, I have marked the New Islands. I returned to the glass. The Nautilus was no longer moving. The heat was becoming unbearable. the sea, which till now had been white, was red, owing to the presence of salts of iron, in spite of the ships being hermetically sealed, an insupportable smell of sulfur filled the saloon, and the brilliancy of the electricity was entirely extinguished by bright scarlet flames. I was in a bath. We can remain no longer in this boiling water, said high to the captain. Then would not be prudent," replied the impassive captain Nemo. An order was given. The nautilus tacked about and left the furnace. It could not brave with impunity. A quarter of an hour after we were breathing fresh air on the surface, the thought then struck me that, if Nedland had chosen this part of the sea for our flight, we should never have come alive out of the sea of fire. The next day, the 16th of February, we left the base in which, between Rhodes and Alexandria, is reckoned about 1500 fathoms in depth, and the Nautilus passing some distance from Surago, quitted the Grecian archipelago after having doubled Cape Matapan, the Mediterranean, the blue sea par excellence, the great sea of the Hebrews, the sea of the Greeks, the the mere nostustrum of the Romans, bordered by orange trees, allows, cacti, and sea pines, embalmed with the perfume of the myrtle, surrounded by rude mountains, saturated with pure and transparent air, but incessantly worked by underground fires, a perfect battlefield in which Neptune and Pluto still dispute the the empire of the world.

It is upon these banks. Pluto still dispute the empire of the world.

It is upon these banks and on these waters that man is renewed in one of the most powerful climates of the globe. beautiful as it was, I could only take a rapid glance at the basin, whose superficial area, in two million of square yards. Even Captain Nemo's knowledge was lost to me, for this puzzling person did not appear once during our passage at full speed. I estimated the course which the Nautilus took under the waves of the sea at about 600 leagues and it was accomplished in 48 hours. Starting on the morning of the 16th of February from the shores of Greece, we had crossed the Straits of Debralter by sunrise on the 18th. It was plain to me that this Mediterranean enclosed in the midst of those countries which he wished to avoid was distasteful to Captain Nemo, those waves and those breezes brought back too many remembrances, if not too many regrets. Here, he had no longer that independence and that liberty of gate which he had when in the open seas, and his notaless felt itself

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