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1He was going round it like a wild beast, and, drawing it eastward, he allowed them to pursue. But he did not attack.
2Perhaps he still hesitated? I wished to mediate once more. But I had scarcely spoken, when Captain Nemo imposed silence,
3saying: "I am the law, and I am the judge! I am the oppressed, and there is the oppressor! Through him I have lost all
4that I loved, cherished, and venerated--country, wife, children, father, and mother. I saw all perish! All that I hate
5is there! Say no more!" I cast a last look at the man-of-war, which was putting on steam, and rejoined Ned and Conseil.
6"We will fly!" I exclaimed. "Good!" said Ned. "What is this vessel?" "I do not know; but, whatever it is, it will be
7sunk before night. In any case, it is better to perish with it, than be made accomplices in a retaliation the justice of
8which we cannot judge." "That is my opinion too," said Ned Land, coolly. "Let us wait for night." Night arrived. Deep
9silence reigned on board. The compass showed that the Nautilus had not altered its course. It was on the surface,
10rolling slightly. My companions and I resolved to fly when the vessel should be near enough either to hear us or to see
11us; for the moon, which would be full in two or three days, shone brightly. Once on board the ship, if we could not
12prevent the blow which threatened it, we could, at least we would, do all that circumstances would allow. Several times
13I thought the Nautilus was preparing for attack; but Captain Nemo contented himself with allowing his adversary to
14approach, and then fled once more before it. Part of the night passed without any incident. We watched the opportunity
15for action. We spoke little, for we were too much moved. Ned Land would have thrown himself into the sea, but I forced
16him to wait. According to my idea, the Nautilus would attack the ship at her waterline, and then it would not only be
17possible, but easy to fly. At three in the morning, full of uneasiness, I mounted the platform. Captain Nemo had not
18left it. He was standing at the fore part near his flag, which a slight breeze displayed above his head. He did not take
19his eyes from the vessel. The intensity of his look seemed to attract, and fascinate, and draw it onward more surely
20than if he had been towing it. The moon was then passing the meridian. Jupiter was rising in the east. Amid this
21peaceful scene of nature, sky and ocean rivalled each other in tranquillity, the sea offering to the orbs of night the
22finest mirror they could ever have in which to reflect their image. As I thought of the deep calm of these elements,
23compared with all those passions brooding imperceptibly within the Nautilus, I shuddered. The vessel was within two
24miles of us. It was ever nearing that phosphorescent light which showed the presence of the Nautilus. I could see its
25green and red lights, and its white lantern hanging from the large foremast. An indistinct vibration quivered through
26its rigging, showing that the furnaces were heated to the uttermost. Sheaves of sparks and red ashes flew from the
27funnels, shining in the atmosphere like stars. I remained thus until six in the morning, without Captain Nemo noticing
28me. The ship stood about a mile and a half from us, and with the first dawn of day the firing began afresh. The moment
29could not be far off when, the Nautilus attacking its adversary, my companions and myself should for ever leave this
30man. I was preparing to go down to remind them, when the second mounted the platform, accompanied by several sailors.
31Captain Nemo either did not or would not see them. Some steps were taken which might be called the signal for action.
32They were very simple. The iron balustrade around the platform was lowered, and the lantern and pilot cages were pushed
33within the shell until they were flush with the deck. The long surface of the steel cigar no longer offered a single
34point to check its manœuvres. I returned to the saloon. The Nautilus still floated; some streaks of light were filtering
35through the liquid beds. With the undulations of the waves the windows were brightened by the red streaks of the rising
36sun, and this dreadful day of the 2nd of June had dawned. At five o'clock, the log showed that the speed of the Nautilus
37was slackening, and I knew that it was allowing them to draw nearer. Besides, the reports were heard more distinctly,
38and the projectiles, labouring through the ambient water, were extinguished with a strange hissing noise. "My friends,"
39said I, "the moment is come. One grasp of the hand, and may God protect us!" Ned Land was resolute, Conseil calm, myself
40so nervous that I knew not how to contain myself. We all passed into the library; but the moment I pushed the door
41opening on to the central staircase, I heard the upper panel close sharply. The Canadian rushed on to the stairs, but I
42stopped him. A well-known hissing noise told me that the water was running into the reservoirs, and in a few minutes the
43Nautilus was some yards beneath the surface of the waves. I understood the manœuvre. It was too late to act. The
44Nautilus did not wish to strike at the impenetrable cuirass, but below the water-line, where the metallic covering no
45longer protected it. We were again imprisoned, unwilling witnesses of the dreadful drama that was preparing. We had
46scarcely time to reflect; taking refuge in my room, we looked at each other without speaking. A deep stupor had taken
47hold of my mind: thought seemed to stand still. I was in that painful state of expectation preceding a dreadful report.
48I waited, I listened, every sense was merged in that of hearing! The speed of the Nautilus was accelerated. It was
49preparing to rush. The whole ship trembled. Suddenly I screamed. I felt the shock, but comparatively light. I felt the
50penetrating power of the steel spur. I heard rattlings and scrapings. But the Nautilus, carried along by its propelling
51power, passed through the mass of the vessel like a needle through sailcloth! I could stand it no longer. Mad, out of my
52mind, I rushed from my room into the saloon. Captain Nemo was there, mute, gloomy, implacable; he was looking through
53the port panel. A large mass cast a shadow on the water; and, that it might lose nothing of her agony, the Nautilus was
54going down into the abyss with her. Ten yards from me I saw the open shell, through which the water was rushing with the
55noise of thunder, then the double line of guns and the netting. The bridge was covered with black, agitated shadows. The
56water was rising. The poor creatures were crowding the ratlines, clinging to the masts, struggling under the water. It
57was a human ant-heap overtaken by the sea. Paralysed, stiffened with anguish, my hair standing on end, with eyes wide
58open, panting, without breath, and without voice, I too was watching! An irresistible attraction glued me to the glass!
59Suddenly an explosion took place. The compressed air blew up her decks, as if the magazines had caught fire. Then the
60unfortunate vessel sank more rapidly. Her topmast, laden with victims, now appeared; then her spars, bending under the
61weight of men; and, last of all, the top of her mainmast. Then the dark mass disappeared, and with it the dead crew,
62drawn down by the strong eddy. [Illustration] The unfortunate vessel sank more rapidly I turned to Captain Nemo. That
63terrible avenger, a perfect archangel of hatred, was still looking. When all was over, he turned to his room, opened the
64door, and entered. I followed him with my eyes. On the end wall beneath his heroes, I saw the portrait of a woman, still
65young, and two little children. Captain Nemo looked at them for some moments, stretched his arms towards them, and,
66kneeling down, burst into deep sobs.
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