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Today we'll be continuing 20,000 leagues under.

The Sea by Jules Verne chapter six lagrishian archipelago the next day, the 12 February at the dawn of day, the nautilus rose to the surface.

I hastened onto the platform 3 miles to the south.

The dim outline of pelusium was to be seen.

A torrent had carried us from one sea to another.

00.

Ned and conceal joined me.

Well, sir, naturalist, said the Canadian in.

A slightly jovial tone, and the Mediterranean?

We are floating on its surface, friend Ned.

What?

Said conceal.

This very night.

Yes, this very night.

In a few minutes we have passed this impassable isthmus.

I do not believe it, replied the Canadian.

Then you are wrong, masterland, I continued.

This low coast which rounds off to the south is the egyptian coast.

And you who have such good eyes, Ned, you can see the jetty of port said stretching into the sea.

The Canadian looked attentively.

Certainly you are right, sir, and your captain is a first rate man.

We are in the Mediterranean.

Good.

Now if you please, let us talk of our own little affair, but so that no one hears us.

I saw what the Canadian wanted, and in any case, I thought it better to let him talk as he wished.

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 asked to leave the Nautilus.

I wished in no 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 nearer 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 answered 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 Circumstances may occur as well as six months hence as now, by which we may and ought to profit?

Oh, said Nedland, and where shall we.

Be in six months?

If you please, sir naturalist, perhaps in.

China you know that nautilus is a rapid traveler.

It goes through water as swallows through air, or as an express on the land.

It does not fear frequented seas.

Who can say that it may not beat the coasts of France, England, or America, on which flight may be attempted as advantageously as here?

Monsieur Aaron Axe, replied 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.

Nedland'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 Ned, 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 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 goodwill.

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.

While Monsir Aranak said 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 nautilus 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 pennis.

I know how it has worked.

We must get inside, in the bolts.

Once drawn, we shall come to the surface of the water without even the pilot, who is in the bowels, perceiving our flight.

Well, Ned, watch for the opportunity, but do not forget that a hitch will ruin us.

I will not forget, sir.

And now, Ned, would you like to know what I think of your project?

Certainly, Monsieur Aaron Axe will, I think.

I do not say I hope.

I think that this favorable opportunity will never present itself.

Why not?

Because Captain Nemo cannot hide from himself that we have not given us all hope of regaining our liberty, and he.

Will be on his guard above all.

In the seas and in the side of european coasts.

We shall see, replied Ned land, shaking his head determinedly.

And now, Ned land, 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.

Thus ended a 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 Canadian's great despair.

Did Captain Nemodist trust 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 cannot tell, but we were often or 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 cannot touch the bottom by more than a thousand fathoms.

Thus I only knew we were near the island of Karpathoth, one of the sporades, by Captain Nemo, reciting these lines.

From Virgil, Escarpathio, Neptune, Gurgite, Vaitz, Ceruleus, Proteus.

As he pointed to a spot on the planosphere.

It was indeed the ancient abode of Proteus, the old shepherd of Neptune's flocks.

Now the island of Scarpenteau, situated between Rhodes and Crete.

I saw nothing but the granite base through the glass panels of the saloon.

The next day, the 14 February, 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 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 Captain Nemo, deprived of all land communications, who could tell me?

I made no allusion 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 in 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 of Cape Matapan, surnamed.

Pasca he is well known in all the cyclades.

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?

Monsieur Aaron asks, saying which Captain Nemo went towards a piece of furniture standing near the left panel of the saloon.

Near this piece of furniture I saw a chest bound with iron, on the COVID of which was a copper plate bearing the cipher of the nautilus 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.

They 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 contents at more than 4000 pounds weight of gold.

That is to say, nearly 200,000 pounds.

The chest was securely fastened, and the captain wrote an address on the lid and characters which must have belonged to modern Greece.

This is done.

Captain Nemo pressed a knob, 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 pulleys.

At that moment, Captain Nemo turned to me.

And you were saying, sir?

Said he.

I was saying nothing, captain.

Then, sir, if you will allow me, I will wish you good night.

Whereupon he turned and left the saloon.

I returned to my room, much troubled as 1 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 pitching and tossing that the Nautilus was leaving the depths and returning to the surface.

Then I heard steps upon the platform, and I knew they were unfastening the pennies and launching it upon the waves.

For one instant, it struck the side of the Nautilus.

Then all noise ceased.

2 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 conceal and 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 Ned land.

To that there was no possible answer.

I returned to the saloon after having breakfast and set to work till 05:00 in the evening.

I employed myself in arranging my notes at that moment on I 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 nautilus, submerged as it was, ought to experience no change of temperature.

I looked at the monometer.

It showed a depth of 60ft 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 the saloon when Captain Nemo entered.

He approached the thermometer, consulted it, and turning to me, said, 42 degrees.

I've 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 further from the stove which produces it.

It is outward, then certainly we are floating in a current of boiling water.

It is possible.

I exclaimed.

Look.

The panels opened and I saw the sea, entirely white all round.

A sulfurous smoke was curling amid the waves, which boiled like water and 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 Santorin, sir, replied the captain.

I wish to give you a sight of the curious spectacle of a submarine eruption.

I thought, said I, that the formation of these new islands was ended.

Nothing has ever ended in the volcanic.

Parts of the sea, replied Captain Nemo.

And the globe is always being worked by subterranean fires.

Already in the 19th year of our era, according to Cassidoris and Pliny, a new island, thea the divine, appeared in the very place where these islets have recently been formed.

Then they sank under the waves to rise again in the year 69, when they again subsided.

Since that time to our dates, the plutonian work has been suspended.

But on 3 February 1866, a new island, which they named George island, emerged from the midst of the sulfurous vapor near Niakmeni and settled again the 6th.

Of the same month.

Seven days after the 13 February, the island of Afresia appeared, leaving between Niakmeni and itself a canal ten yards broad.

I was in these seas when the phenomenon occurred.

And I was able, therefore, to observe all the different phases.

The island of Afresa, of round form, measured 300ft in diameter and 30ft in height.

It was composed of black and vitreous lava mixed with fragments of felspar.

And lastly, on the 10 March, a smaller island called Rica showed itself near Niakmeni, and since then these three have joined together, forming but one and the same island.

And the canal in which we are at this moment?

I asked.

Here it is, replied Captain Nemo, 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.

I was choking.

I was broiled.

We can remain no longer in this boiling water, said I to the captain.

It would not be prudent, replied the impassive captain Nemo.

An order was given.

The noddle is 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 Ned land 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 16 February, we left the basin, which between Rhodes and Alexandria is reckoned about 1500 fathoms in depth, and the nautilus, passing some distance from Serago, quitted the grecian archipelago after having doubled Cape Matapan.

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