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My
companions
and
I
then
witnessed
a
curious
spectacle
.
The
hatches
of
the
saloon
were
open
,
and
,
as
the
beacon
light
of
the
Nautilus
was
not
in
action
,
a
dim
obscurity
reigned
in
the
midst
of
the
waters
.
I
observed
the
state
of
the
sea
,
under
these
conditions
,
and
the
largest
fish
appeared
to
me
no
more
than
scarcely
defined
shadows
,
when
the
Nautilus
found
herself
suddenly
transported
into
full
light
.
I
thought
at
first
that
the
beacon
had
been
lighted
,
and
was
casting
its
electric
radiance
into
the
liquid
mass
.
I
was
mistaken
,
and
after
a
rapid
survey
perceived
my
error
.
The
Nautilus
floated
in
the
midst
of
a
phosphorescent
bed
which
,
in
this
obscurity
,
became
quite
dazzling
.
It
was
produced
by
myriads
of
luminous
animalculae
,
whose
brilliancy
was
increased
as
they
glided
over
the
metallic
hull
of
the
vessel
.
I
was
surprised
by
lightning
in
the
midst
of
these
luminous
sheets
,
as
though
they
bad
been
rivulets
of
lead
melted
in
an
ardent
furnace
or
metallic
masses
brought
to
a
white
heat
,
so
that
,
by
force
of
contrast
,
certain
portions
of
light
appeared
to
cast
a
shade
in
the
midst
of
the
general
ignition
,
from
which
all
shade
seemed
banished
.
No
;
this
was
not
the
calm
irradiation
of
our
ordinary
lightning
.
There
was
unusual
life
and
vigour
:
this
was
truly
living
light
!
In
reality
,
it
was
an
infinite
agglomeration
of
coloured
infusoria
,
of
veritable
globules
of
jelly
,
provided
with
a
threadlike
tentacle
,
and
of
which
as
many
as
twenty-five
thousand
have
been
counted
in
less
than
two
cubic
half-inches
of
water
.
During
several
hours
the
Nautilus
floated
in
these
brilliant
waves
,
and
our
admiration
increased
as
we
watched
the
marine
monsters
disporting
themselves
like
salamanders
.
I
saw
there
in
the
midst
of
this
fire
that
burns
not
the
swift
and
elegant
porpoise
-LRB-
the
indefatigable
clown
of
the
ocean
-RRB-
,
and
some
swordfish
ten
feet
long
,
those
prophetic
heralds
of
the
hurricane
whose
formidable
sword
would
now
and
then
strike
the
glass
of
the
saloon
.
Then
appeared
the
smaller
fish
,
the
balista
,
the
leaping
mackerel
,
wolf-thorn-tails
,
and
a
hundred
others
which
striped
the
luminous
atmosphere
as
they
swam
.
This
dazzling
spectacle
was
enchanting
!
Perhaps
some
atmospheric
condition
increased
the
intensity
of
this
phenomenon
.
Perhaps
some
storm
agitated
the
surface
of
the
waves
.
But
at
this
depth
of
some
yards
,
the
Nautilus
was
unmoved
by
its
fury
and
reposed
peacefully
in
still
water
.
So
we
progressed
,
incessantly
charmed
by
some
new
marvel
.
The
days
passed
rapidly
away
,
and
I
took
no
account
of
them
.
Ned
,
according
to
habit
,
tried
to
vary
the
diet
on
board
.
Like
snails
,
we
were
fixed
to
our
shells
,
and
I
declare
it
is
easy
to
lead
a
snail
's
life
.
Thus
this
life
seemed
easy
and
natural
,
and
we
thought
no
longer
of
the
life
we
led
on
land
;
but
something
happened
to
recall
us
to
the
strangeness
of
our
situation
.
On
the
18th
of
January
,
the
Nautilus
was
in
105
°
long
.
and
15
°
S.
lat
.
The
weather
was
threatening
,
the
sea
rough
and
rolling
.
There
was
a
strong
east
wind
.
The
barometer
,
which
had
been
going
down
for
some
days
,
foreboded
a
coming
storm
.
I
went
up
on
to
the
platform
just
as
the
second
lieutenant
was
taking
the
measure
of
the
horary
angles
,
and
waited
,
according
to
habit
till
the
daily
phrase
was
said
.
But
on
this
day
it
was
exchanged
for
another
phrase
not
less
incomprehensible
.
Almost
directly
,
I
saw
Captain
Nemo
appear
with
a
glass
,
looking
towards
the
horizon
.
For
some
minutes
he
was
immovable
,
without
taking
his
eye
off
the
point
of
observation
.
Then
he
lowered
his
glass
and
exchanged
a
few
words
with
his
lieutenant
.
The
latter
seemed
to
be
a
victim
to
some
emotion
that
he
tried
in
vain
to
repress
.
Captain
Nemo
,
having
more
command
over
himself
,
was
cool
.
He
seemed
,
too
,
to
be
making
some
objections
to
which
the
lieutenant
replied
by
formal
assurances
.
At
least
I
concluded
so
by
the
difference
of
their
tones
and
gestures
.
For
myself
,
I
had
looked
carefully
in
the
direction
indicated
without
seeing
anything
.
The
sky
and
water
were
lost
in
the
clear
line
of
the
horizon
.
However
,
Captain
Nemo
walked
from
one
end
of
the
platform
to
the
other
,
without
looking
at
me
,
perhaps
without
seeing
me
.
His
step
was
firm
,
but
less
regular
than
usual
.
He
stopped
sometimes
,
crossed
his
arms
,
and
observed
the
sea
.
What
could
he
be
looking
for
on
that
immense
expanse
?
The
Nautilus
was
then
some
hundreds
of
miles
from
the
nearest
coast
.
