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"Oh good!" I replied. "The reckless Mr. Land is at it again!" "Don't worry, Professor Aronnax, just keep rowing!" the Canadian replied. "I only need twenty-five minutes to serve you one of my own special creations." By 8:30 the Nautilus's skiff had just run gently aground on a sandy strand, after successfully clearing the ring of coral that surrounds Gueboroa Island. Some Days Ashore
This night we shall be but a few miles from the Spanish coast. It is cloudy. The wind blows freely. I have your word, M. Aronnax, and I rely upon you." As I was silent, the Canadian approached me. "To-night, at nine o'clock," said he. "I have warned Conseil. At that moment Captain Nemo will be shut up in his room, probably in bed. Neither the engineers nor the ship's crew can see us.
Now, my gallant Ned, do you know how many square centimeters you have on your bodily surface?" "I haven't the foggiest notion, Professor Aronnax." "About 17,000." "As many as that?" "Yes, and since the atmosphere's pressure actually weighs slightly more than one kilogram per square centimeter, your 17,000 square centimeters are tolerating 17,568 kilograms at this very moment."
Who can say it won't hug the coasts of France, England, or America, where an escape attempt could be carried out just as effectively as here." "Professor Aronnax," the Canadian replied, "your arguments are rotten to the core. You talk way off in the future: 'We'll be here, we'll be there! Me, I'm talking about right now: we are here, and we must take advantage of it!"
"But, my worthy Ned, the forests of the Island of Crespo are nothing but submarine forests." "Good!" said the disappointed harpooner, who saw his dreams of fresh meat fade away. "And you, M. Aronnax, are you going to dress yourself in those clothes?" "There is no alternative, Master Ned."
"Well! it is the fearful speed you will have to put on the Nautilus, if the day after to-morrow she is to be in the Mediterranean, having made the round of Africa, and doubled the Cape of Good Hope!" "Who told you that she would make the round of Africa and double the Cape of Good Hope, sir?" "Well, unless the Nautilus sails on dry land, and passes above the isthmus " "Or beneath it, M. Aronnax."
Since he made no allusion to his absence the past eight days, I also refrained from mentioning it, and I simply answered that my companions and I were ready to go with him. "Only, sir," I added, "I'll take the liberty of addressing a question to you." "Address away, Professor Aronnax, and if I'm able to answer, I will."
I hastened on board and asked for Commander Farragut. One of the sailors conducted me to the poop, where I found myself in the presence of a good-looking officer, who held out his hand to me. "Monsieur Pierre Aronnax?" said he. "Himself," replied I. "Commander Farragut?" "You are welcome, Professor; your cabin is ready for you." I bowed, and desired to be conducted to the cabin destined for me.
Captain Nemo invites Professor Aronnax to a hunting-party, which will take place to-morrow morning in the forests of the Island of Crespo. He hopes that nothing will prevent the Professor from being present, and he will with pleasure see him joined by his companions. CAPTAIN NEMO, Commander of the Nautilus. "A hunt!" exclaimed Ned. "And in the forests of the Island of Crespo!" added Conseil.
The nutmeg, with which they are in the habit of stuffing their crops, flavours their flesh and renders it delicious eating. "Now, Ned, what do you miss now?" "Some four-footed game, M. Aronnax. All these pigeons are only side-dishes and trifles; and until I have killed an animal with cutlets I shall not be content." "Nor I, Ned, if I do not catch a bird of paradise."
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