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We
were
again
imprisoned
,
unwilling
witnesses
of
the
dreadful
drama
that
was
preparing
.
We
had
scarcely
time
to
reflect
;
taking
refuge
in
my
room
,
we
looked
at
each
other
without
speaking
.
A
deep
stupor
had
taken
hold
of
my
mind
:
thought
seemed
to
stand
still
.
I
was
in
that
painful
state
of
expectation
preceding
a
dreadful
report
.
I
waited
,
I
listened
,
every
sense
was
merged
in
that
of
hearing
!
The
speed
of
the
Nautilus
was
accelerated
.
It
was
preparing
to
rush
.
The
whole
ship
trembled
.
Suddenly
I
screamed
.
I
felt
the
shock
,
but
comparatively
light
.
I
felt
the
penetrating
power
of
the
steel
spur
.
I
heard
rattlings
and
scrapings
.
But
the
Nautilus
,
carried
along
by
its
propelling
power
,
passed
through
the
mass
of
the
vessel
like
a
needle
through
sailcloth
!
I
could
stand
it
no
longer
.
Mad
,
out
of
my
mind
,
I
rushed
from
my
room
into
the
saloon
.
Captain
Nemo
was
there
,
mute
,
gloomy
,
implacable
;
he
was
looking
through
the
port
panel
.
A
large
mass
cast
a
shadow
on
the
water
;
and
,
that
it
might
lose
nothing
of
her
agony
,
the
Nautilus
was
going
down
into
the
abyss
with
her
.
Ten
yards
from
me
I
saw
the
open
shell
,
through
which
the
water
was
rushing
with
the
noise
of
thunder
,
then
the
double
line
of
guns
and
the
netting
.
The
bridge
was
covered
with
black
,
agitated
shadows
.
The
water
was
rising
.
The
poor
creatures
were
crowding
the
ratlines
,
clinging
to
the
masts
,
struggling
under
the
water
.
It
was
a
human
ant-heap
overtaken
by
the
sea
.
Paralysed
,
stiffened
with
anguish
,
my
hair
standing
on
end
,
with
eyes
wide
open
,
panting
,
without
breath
,
and
without
voice
,
I
too
was
watching
!
An
irresistible
attraction
glued
me
to
the
glass
!
Suddenly
an
explosion
took
place
.
The
compressed
air
blew
up
her
decks
,
as
if
the
magazines
had
caught
fire
.
Then
the
unfortunate
vessel
sank
more
rapidly
.
Her
topmast
,
laden
with
victims
,
now
appeared
;
then
her
spars
,
bending
under
the
weight
of
men
;
and
,
last
of
all
,
the
top
of
her
mainmast
.
Then
the
dark
mass
disappeared
,
and
with
it
the
dead
crew
,
drawn
down
by
the
strong
eddy
.
I
turned
to
Captain
Nemo
.
That
terrible
avenger
,
a
perfect
archangel
of
hatred
,
was
still
looking
.
When
all
was
over
,
he
turned
to
his
room
,
opened
the
door
,
and
entered
.
I
followed
him
with
my
eyes
.
On
the
end
wall
beneath
his
heroes
,
I
saw
the
portrait
of
a
woman
,
still
young
,
and
two
little
children
.
Captain
Nemo
looked
at
them
for
some
moments
,
stretched
his
arms
towards
them
,
and
,
kneeling
down
,
burst
into
deep
sobs
.
The
panels
had
closed
on
this
dreadful
vision
,
but
light
had
not
returned
to
the
saloon
:
all
was
silence
and
darkness
within
the
Nautilus
.
At
wonderful
speed
,
a
hundred
feet
beneath
the
water
,
it
was
leaving
this
desolate
spot
.
Whither
was
it
going
?
To
the
north
or
south
?
Where
was
the
man
flying
to
after
such
dreadful
retaliation
?
I
had
returned
to
my
room
,
where
Ned
and
Conseil
had
remained
silent
enough
.
I
felt
an
insurmountable
horror
for
Captain
Nemo
.
Whatever
he
had
suffered
at
the
hands
of
these
men
,
he
had
no
right
to
punish
thus
.
He
had
made
me
,
if
not
an
accomplice
,
at
least
a
witness
of
his
vengeance
.
At
eleven
the
electric
light
reappeared
.
I
passed
into
the
saloon
.
It
was
deserted
.
I
consulted
the
different
instruments
.
The
Nautilus
was
flying
northward
at
the
rate
of
twenty-five
miles
an
hour
,
now
on
the
surface
,
and
now
thirty
feet
below
it
.
On
taking
the
bearings
by
the
chart
,
I
saw
that
we
were
passing
the
mouth
of
the
Manche
,
and
that
our
course
was
hurrying
us
towards
the
northern
seas
at
a
frightful
speed
.
That
night
we
had
crossed
two
hundred
leagues
of
the
Atlantic
.
The
shadows
fell
,
and
the
sea
was
covered
with
darkness
until
the
rising
of
the
moon
.
I
went
to
my
room
,
but
could
not
sleep
.
I
was
troubled
with
dreadful
nightmare
.
The
horrible
scene
of
destruction
was
continually
before
my
eyes
.
From
that
day
,
who
could
tell
into
what
part
of
the
North
Atlantic
basin
the
Nautilus
would
take
us
?
Still
with
unaccountable
speed
.
Still
in
the
midst
of
these
northern
fogs
.
Would
it
touch
at
Spitzbergen
,
or
on
the
shores
of
Nova
Zembla
?
Should
we
explore
those
unknown
seas
,
the
White
Sea
,
the
Sea
of
Kara
,
the
Gulf
of
Obi
,
the
Archipelago
of
Liarrov
,
and
the
unknown
coast
of
Asia
?
I
could
not
say
.
I
could
no
longer
judge
of
the
time
that
was
passing
.
The
clocks
had
been
stopped
on
board
.
It
seemed
,
as
in
polar
countries
,
that
night
and
day
no
longer
followed
their
regular
course
.
I
felt
myself
being
drawn
into
that
strange
region
where
the
foundered
imagination
of
Edgar
Poe
roamed
at
will
.
Like
the
fabulous
Gordon
Pym
,
at
every
moment
I
expected
to
see
"
that
veiled
human
figure
,
of
larger
proportions
than
those
of
any
inhabitant
of
the
earth
,
thrown
across
the
cataract
which
defends
the
approach
to
the
pole
.
"
I
estimated
-LRB-
though
,
perhaps
,
I
may
be
mistaken
-RRB-
--
I
estimated
this
adventurous
course
of
the
Nautilus
to
have
lasted
fifteen
or
twenty
days
.
And
I
know
not
how
much
longer
it
might
have
lasted
,
had
it
not
been
for
the
catastrophe
which
ended
this
voyage
.
Of
Captain
Nemo
I
saw
nothing
whatever
now
,
nor
of
his
second
.
Not
a
man
of
the
crew
was
visible
for
an
instant
.
The
Nautilus
was
almost
incessantly
under
water
.
When
we
came
to
the
surface
to
renew
the
air
,
the
panels
opened
and
shut
mechanically
.
There
were
no
more
marks
on
the
planisphere
.
I
knew
not
where
we
were
.
And
the
Canadian
,
too
,
his
strength
and
patience
at
an
end
,
appeared
no
more
.
Conseil
could
not
draw
a
word
from
him
;
and
,
fearing
that
,
in
a
dreadful
fit
of
madness
,
he
might
kill
himself
,
watched
him
with
constant
devotion
.
One
morning
-LRB-
what
date
it
was
I
could
not
say
-RRB-
I
had
fallen
into
a
heavy
sleep
towards
the
early
hours
,
a
sleep
both
painful
and
unhealthy
,
when
I
suddenly
awoke
.
Ned
Land
was
leaning
over
me
,
saying
,
in
a
low
voice
,
"
We
are
going
to
fly
.
"
I
sat
up
.
"
When
shall
we
go
?
"
I
asked
.
"
To-night
.
All
inspection
on
board
the
Nautilus
seems
to
have
ceased
.
All
appear
to
be
stupefied
.
You
will
be
ready
,
sir
?
"
"
Yes
;
where
are
we
?
"
