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During
the
whole
of
the
31st
of
May
,
the
Nautilus
described
a
series
of
circles
on
the
water
,
which
greatly
interested
me
.
It
seemed
to
be
seeking
a
spot
it
had
some
trouble
in
finding
.
At
noon
,
Captain
Nemo
himself
came
to
work
the
ship
's
log
.
He
spoke
no
word
to
me
,
but
seemed
gloomier
than
ever
.
What
could
sadden
him
thus
?
Was
it
his
proxim
ity
to
European
shores
?
Had
he
some
recollections
of
his
abandoned
country
?
If
not
,
what
did
he
feel
?
Remorse
or
regret
?
For
a
long
while
this
thought
haunted
my
mind
,
and
I
had
a
kind
of
presentiment
that
before
long
chance
would
betray
the
captain
's
secrets
.
The
next
day
,
the
1st
of
June
,
the
Nautilus
continued
the
same
process
.
It
was
evidently
seeking
some
particular
spot
in
the
ocean
.
Captain
Nemo
took
the
sun
's
altitude
as
he
had
done
the
day
before
.
The
sea
was
beautiful
,
the
sky
clear
.
About
eight
miles
to
the
east
,
a
large
steam
vessel
could
be
discerned
on
the
horizon
.
No
flag
fluttered
from
its
mast
,
and
I
could
not
discover
its
nationality
.
Some
minutes
before
the
sun
passed
the
meridian
,
Captain
Nemo
took
his
sextant
,
and
watched
with
great
attention
.
The
perfect
rest
of
the
water
greatly
helped
the
operation
.
The
Nautilus
was
motionless
;
it
neither
rolled
nor
pitched
.
I
was
on
the
platform
when
the
altitude
was
taken
,
and
the
Captain
pronounced
these
words
:
"
It
is
here
.
"
He
turned
and
went
below
.
Had
he
seen
the
vessel
which
was
changing
its
course
and
seemed
to
be
nearing
us
?
I
could
not
tell
.
I
returned
to
the
saloon
.
The
panels
closed
,
I
heard
the
hissing
of
the
water
in
the
reservoirs
.
The
Nautilus
began
to
sink
,
following
a
vertical
line
,
for
its
screw
communicated
no
motion
to
it
.
Some
minutes
later
it
stopped
at
a
depth
of
more
than
420
fathoms
,
resting
on
the
ground
.
The
luminous
ceiling
was
darkened
,
then
the
panels
were
opened
,
and
through
the
glass
I
saw
the
sea
brilliantly
illuminated
by
the
rays
of
our
lantern
for
at
least
half
a
mile
round
us
.
I
looked
to
the
port
side
,
and
saw
nothing
but
an
immensity
of
quiet
waters
.
But
to
starboard
,
on
the
bottom
appeared
a
large
protuberance
,
which
at
once
attracted
my
attention
.
One
would
have
thought
it
a
ruin
buried
under
a
coating
of
white
shells
,
much
resembling
a
covering
of
snow
.
Upon
examining
the
mass
attentively
,
I
could
recognise
the
ever-thickening
form
of
a
vessel
bare
of
its
masts
,
which
must
have
sunk
.
It
certainly
belonged
to
past
times
.
This
wreck
,
to
be
thus
encrusted
with
the
lime
of
the
water
,
must
already
be
able
to
count
many
years
passed
at
the
bottom
of
the
ocean
.
What
was
this
vessel
?
Why
did
the
Nautilus
visit
its
tomb
?
Could
it
have
been
aught
but
a
shipwreck
which
had
drawn
it
under
the
water
?
I
knew
not
what
to
think
,
when
near
me
in
a
slow
voice
I
heard
Captain
Nemo
say
:
"
At
one
time
this
ship
was
called
the
Marseillais
.
It
carried
seventy-four
guns
,
and
was
launched
in
1762
.
In
1778
,
the
13th
of
August
,
commanded
by
La
Poype-Ver
trieux
,
it
fought
boldly
against
the
Preston
.
In
1779
,
on
the
4th
of
July
,
it
was
at
the
taking
of
Grenada
,
with
the
squadron
of
Admiral
Estaing
.
In
1781
,
on
the
5th
of
September
,
it
took
part
in
the
battle
of
Comte
de
Grasse
,
in
Chesapeake
Bay
.
In
1794
,
the
French
Republic
changed
its
name
.
On
the
16th
of
April
,
in
the
same
year
,
it
joined
the
squadron
of
Villaret
Joyeuse
,
at
Brest
,
being
entrusted
with
the
escort
of
a
cargo
of
corn
coming
from
America
,
under
the
command
of
Admiral
Van
Stebel
.
On
the
11th
and
12th
Prairal
of
the
second
year
,
this
squadron
fell
in
with
an
English
vessel
.
Sir
,
to-day
is
the
13th
Prairal
,
the
first
of
June
,
1868
.
It
is
now
seventy-four
years
ago
,
day
for
day
on
this
very
spot
,
in
latitude
47
°
24
'
,
longitude
17
°
28
'
,
that
this
vessel
,
after
fighting
heroically
,
losing
its
three
masts
,
with
the
water
in
its
hold
,
and
the
third
of
its
crew
disabled
,
preferred
sinking
with
its
356
sailors
to
surrendering
;
and
,
nailing
its
colours
to
the
poop
,
disappeared
under
the
waves
to
the
cry
of
`
Long
live
the
Republic
!
'
"
"
The
Avenger
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
the
Avenger
!
A
good
name
!
"
muttered
Captain
Nemo
,
crossing
his
arms
.
