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Foss fororescent Waters. In the previous episode, the crew of the Nautilus breathes fresh air after a period of being under ice, and Captain Nemo continues their voyage, eventually guiding the submarine through various seas, passing Cape Horn and the Falkland Islands. The group observes a rich variety of marine life along the South American coast, including fish, mollusks, and even encounters with dangerous creatures like giant cuddlefish. Despite their desire for escape, they remain prisoners on the Nautilus as it continues its journey, now nearing the Amazon River and beyond. When we last left off, the Nautilus experiences a shock, a trembling in every plate, signaling a possible collision. We'll pick up as the group tries to determine the cause of the disturbance.

Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now, take a few deep breaths. Have we struck anything? I asked. In any case, we're implied to the Canadian, and we shall be free for we are floating. The Nautilus was floating no doubt, but it did not move. A minute passed, Captain Nemo, followed by his lieutenant, entered the drawing room. I had not seen him for some time. He seemed dull. Without noticing, or speaking to us, he went to the panel, looked at the pulps, and said something his lieutenant. The latter went out. Soon the panels were shot. The ceiling was lighted. I went towards the captain. A curious collection of pulps, I said. Yes, indeed, Mr. Naturalist. He replied, and we are going to fight them, man to beast. I looked at him. I thought I had not heard all right. Man to beast? I repeated.

Yes sir, the screw is stopped. I think that the jaws of one of the cuttlefish is entangled in the blades. That is what prevents our moving. What are you going to do? Rise to the surface.

And rid us of this vermin. A difficult enterprise. Yes, indeed. But it will be done. And I can offer help with the Harpoon, sir," said the Canadian. If you do not refuse my help. I will accept it, Masterland. We will follow you, I said, and following Captain Nemo, we went towards the central staircase. There, about ten men with boarding hatchets were ready. That land seized his harpoon. The notallis had then risen to the surface. One of the sailors posted on the top ladder step and screwed the bolts of the panels. But hardly were the screws loosed when the panel rose with great suddenness evidently drawn by the suckers of the pulp's arm.

Immediately, one of these arms slid like a serpent down the opening,

and twenty others were above.

Captain Nemo tried to fight off the creature.

Just as we were pressing one on the other to reach the platform, two other arms, lashing the air, came down, with an irresistible power. Captain Nemo uttered a cry and rushed out. We hurried after him. What a scene. The crew fought with their axes. The Canadian, Konsei, and I fought as well. Just as Captain Nemo and his lieutenant began to gain ground, the animal ejected a stream of black liquid. We were blinded with it. When the cloud dispersed, the cuttlefish had disappeared. The combat had lasted a quarter of an hour. The monsters vanquished, left us at last, and disappeared under the waves.

Captain Nemo nearly exhausted, gazed upon the sea. Chapter 19 the Gulf Stream. This terrible scene of the 20th of April, none of us can ever forget. I have written it under the influence of dark emotion. Since then I have revised the recital. I have read it to Concey and to the Canadian. They found it exact as to facts, but insufficient as to effect. To paint such pictures, one must have the pen of the most illustrious of our poets, the author of The Toilers of the Deep. I have said that Captain Nemo wept while watching the waves. Captain Nemo entered his room, and I saw him no more for some time, but that he was sad and irresolute I could see by the vessel of which he was the soul and which received all his impressions. The Nontalus did not keep on its settled course, it floated about at the will of the waves. It went at random. He could not tear himself away from the scene of that last struggle, from the sea that had taken one of his men, ten days passed thus. It was not till the 1st of May that the Nautilus resumed its northernly course after having sighted the Bahamas at the mouth of the Bahama Canal. were then following the current from the largest river to the sea. That has its banks, its fish, and its proper temperatures. I mean the Gulf Stream. It is really a river that flows freely to the middle of the Atlantic and whose These waters do not mix with the ocean waters. It is a salt river. Saltier than the surrounding sea. Its mean depth is 1500 fathoms. Its mean breadth, ten miles. In certain places, the current flows with the speed of two miles and a half an hour. The body of its waters is more considerable than that of all the rivers in the globe. It was on this ocean river that the nautilus then sailed. I must add that during the night the phosphorescent waters of the Gulf Stream rivaled the electric power of our watchlight, especially in the stormy weather that threatened us so frequently. May 8th we were still crossing at the height of the North Carolina. The width of the Gulf stream there is 75 miles and its depth is 210 yards. Nautilus still went at random. All supervision seemed abandoned. I thought that under these circumstances, escape would be possible. Indeed, the inhabited shores offered anywhere an easy refuge. The sea was incessantly plowed by the steamers that plied between New York or Boston and the Gulf of Mexico, and overrun day and night by the little scooners coasting about the several parts of the American coast. We could hope to be picked up. It was a favorable opportunity, notwithstanding the thirty miles that separated the Nautilus from the coasts of the Union. One unfortunate circumstance thwarted the Canadian's plans. The weather was very bad. We were nearing those shores where tempests are so frequent that country of waterspouts and cyclones actually engendered by the current of the Gulf Stream. attempt the sea in a frail boat with certain destruction. That land owned this himself, he fretted, seized with nostalgia that flight only could cure. Master, he said that day to me, this must come to an end. I must make a clean breast of it. This Nemo is leaving land and going up to the north, but I declare to you that I have had enough of the South Pole and I will not follow him to the north. is to be be done, Ned, since flight is impractical, just now? We must speak to the captain, said he, you said nothing when we were in your native seas. I will speak, now we are in mine. And I think that before long the Nautilus will be by Nova Scotia.

And that... I will speak, now we are in mine. When I think that before long, the Nautilus will be by Nova Scotia, and that their near Newfoundland is a large bay, and into that bay the St. Lawrence empties itself, and that the St. Lawrence is my river, the river by Qupeck, my native town, when I think of this, I feel furious. It makes my hair stand on end. Sir, I would rather throw myself into the sea. I will not stay here. I am stifled. The Canadian was evidently losing all patience. His vigorous nature could not stand this prolonged imprisonment. His face altered daily. His temper became more surly. I knew what he must suffer for I was seized with homesickness myself. Nearly seven months had passed without

or having had any news from land. Captain Nemo's isolation, his altered spirits, especially since the fight with the pulps, all made me view things in a different light. Well, sir, said Ned, seeing I did not reply. Well, Ned, do you wish me to ask Captain Nemo his intentions concerning us? Yes, sir. Although he has already made them known, yes, I wish it settled finally. Speak for me, in my name only, if you like. But I so sell to meet him. He avoids me. That is all the more reason for you to go see him. I went to my room. From thence I meant to go to Captain Nemo's. It would not do to let this opportunity of meeting him slip. I knocked at the door. No answer. I knocked again. Then turned the handle. The door opened. I went in. The captain was there, bending over his work table. He had not heard me. Resolved not to go without having spoken. I approached him. He raised his head quickly, frowned, and said roughly, You hear what do you want? To speak to you, Captain. But I am busy, sir. I am working. I leave you at liberty to shut yourself up. Can I not be allowed the same? This reception was not encouraging, but I was determined to hear and answer everything. Sir, I said coldly, I have to speak to you on a matter that admits of no delay.

What is that, sir? He replied, ironically. Have you discovered something that has escaped me, or has the sea delivered up any new secrets? We were at cross purposes, but before I could reply, he showed me an open manuscript on his table and sat in a more serious tone. Here, Mesur-Air Nax is a manuscript written in several languages, it contains the sum of my studies of the sea. And, if it please God, it shall not perish with me. This manuscript, signed with my name, complete with the history of my life, will be shut up in a little floating case. The last survivor of all of us on board the notalless will throw this case into the sea, and it will go with her it is born by the waves. This man's name, his history written by himself, his mystery would then be revealed someday. Captain, I said, I can but approve of the idea that makes you act thus. The result of your studies must not be lost. what the means you employ seem to me to be primitive. Who knows where the winds will carry this case, and in whose hands it will fall? Could you not use some other means? Could not you, or one of yours, never sir," he said, hastily interrupting me. But I and my companions are ready to keep this manuscript in store, and if you will put us at liberty, at liberty," said the captain, rising. Yes, sir. This is the subject on which I wish to question you. For seven months we have been here on board, and I ask you today in the name of my companions, and in my own, if your intention is to keep us here always. Measure Heronacks, I will answer you today as I did seven months ago, whoever interres the notalless must never quit it. You impose actual bondage upon us, give it what name you please. But have I no right to regain my liberty? Who denies you this right? Have Have I ever tried to chain you with an oath? He looked at me with his arms crossed. Sir, I said, to return a second time to this subject will be neither to your nor to my taste. as we have entered upon it, let us go through with it. I repeat, it is not only myself whom it concerns. Study is to me a relief, a diversion, a passion that could make me forget everything. Thank you, I am willing to live obscure, in the frail hope of bequeathing one day to future time the result of my labors. But it is otherwise with Nedland. Every man, worthy of the name, deserves some consideration. Have you thought that love of liberty can give rise to schemes of revenge in a nature like the Canadians, that he could think, attempt, and try? I was silenced, Captain Nemo rose. Whatever netland thinks of, attempts or tries, what does it matter to me? I did not seek him. It is not for my pleasure that I keep him on board. As for you measure, Aaron Axe, you are one of those who can understand everything, even silence. I have nothing more to say to you. Let this first time you have come to treat of this subject be the last. For a second time, I will not listen to you. I retired. Our situation was critical. I related my conversation to my two companions. We now know, said Ned, that we can expect nothing from this man. The Nautilus is nearing Long Island. We will escape, whatever the weather may be. But the sky became more and more threatening. Symptoms of hurricane became manifest. The atmosphere was becoming white and misty. the horizon-fined streaks of serious clouds were succeeded by masses of Kimi-lai. Other low clouds passed swiftly by. The swollen sea rose in huge billows. The birds disappeared with the exception of the petrels, those friends of the storm. The barometer fell sensibly and indicated an extreme extension of the vapors. The mixture of the storm glass was decomposed under the influence of the electricity that pervaded the atmosphere. The tempest burst on the 18th of May, just as the Nautilus was floating off Long Island, some miles from the port of New York. I can describe this strife of the elements, for instead of fleeing to the depths of the sea, Captain Nemo, by an unaccountable caprice, would brave it at the surface. The wind blew from the southwest at first. Captain Nemo, during the squalls, had taken his place on the platform. He had made himself fast, to prevent being washed overboard by the monstrous waves. I had hoisted myself up, and made myself fast also, dividing my admiration between the tempest and this extraordinary man who was coping with it. The raging sea was swept by huge clown drifts, which were actually saturated with the waves. The notheless, sometimes lying on its side, sometimes standing up like a mast, rolled and pitched terribly. About five o'clock, a torrent of rain fell, that lulled neither sea nor wind. The hurricane blew nearly forty

weeks an hour. It is under these conditions that it overturns houses, breaks iron gates, This is 24 Bounders.

However, the Nautilus, in the midst of the Tempest, confirmed the words of a clever engineer. There is no well-constructed hole that cannot defy the sea. This was not a resisting rock. It was a steel spindle, obedient and movable, without rigging or masts, that braved its fury with impunity. However, I watched these raging waves attentively, They measured 15 feet in height and 150 to 175 yards long, and their speed of propagation was 30 feet per second. Their bulk and power increased with the depth of the water. Such waves as these have displaced a mass weighing 8400 pounds. They are, they which in the tempest of December 20, 30, 1864, after destroying the town of Yaddo and Japan broke the same day on the shores of America, the intensity of the tempest increased with the night. The barometer, as in 1860 at reunion during a cyclone, fell seven tents at the close of day. I saw a large vessel pass through her eyes and struggling painfully. She was trying to lie to under half steam to keep up above the waves. It was probably one of the steamers of the line from New York to Liverpool. It soon disappeared in the gloom. At 10 o'clock in the evening, the This sky was on fire. The atmosphere was streaked with vivid lightning. I could not bear the brightness of it, while the captain, looking at it, seemed to envy the spirit of the tempest. A noise filled the air, a complex noise made up of the howls of the crushed waves, the roaring of the wind, and the collapse of thunder. The wind veered suddenly to all points of their horizon, and the cyclone rising in the east, returned after passing by the north, west and south, in the inverse course pursued by the circular storm of the southern hemisphere.

Ah, that Gulf Stream, it deserves its name of the King of Tempest. It is that which causes those formidable cyclones by the difference of temperature between its air and its currents. A shower of fire had succeeded the rain. The drops of water were changed to sharp spikes. As the notheless pitching Dreadfully raised its steel spur in the air, it seemed to act as a conductor.

And I saw long sparks burst from it.

I crawled to the panel, opened it, and descended to the saloon.

The storm was then at its height, and it was impossible to stand upright in the interior. Captain Nemo came down about 12th. I heard the reservoirs filling by degrees, and the nautilus sank slowly beneath the waves. Through the open windows in the saloon, I saw large fish passing like phantoms in the water. Some were struck before my eyes. The notalists was still descending. I thought that at about eight fathoms deep we should find a calm. But no, the upper beds were too agitated for that. We had to seek

repose at more than 25 phallems in the bowels of the deep, but there, what quiet, What silence, what peace, who could have told that such a hurry. What peace.

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