Your dead sleep quietly, at least, captain, out of the reach of sharks. This terrible scene of the 20th of April none of us can ever forget. I have written it under the influence of violent emotion. Since then I have revised the recital; I have read it to Conseil 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. The Nautilus was then some hundreds of miles from the nearest coast.
But, captain- Well, continued Captain Nemo, you heard my question? Do you know the history of Spain? The Spanish commanders of the convoy objected to this decision. They wanted to be taken to a Spanish port, and if not to Cadiz, into Vigo Bay, situated on the northwest coast of Spain, and which was not blocked.
We descended the mountain rapidly, and the mineral forest once passed, I saw the lantern of the Nautilus shining like a star. The captain walked straight to it, and we got on board as the first rays of light whitened the surface of the ocean. And now, Ned, would you like to know what I think of your project? What does it signify? he replied evasively. A shock has broken one of the levers of the engine, which struck myself. But your opinion as to his state?