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 desolate2 spot. Whither was it going? To the north or south? Where was the man flying to after such dreadful retaliation3? 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 accomplice4, at least a witness of his vengeance5. At eleven the electric light reappeared. I passed into the saloon. It was deserted6. I consulted the different instruments. The Nautilus was flying northward7 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 frightful8 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 Gulf9 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 drawn10 into that strange region where the foundered11 imagination of Edgar Poe roamed
at will. Like the fabulous12 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 cataract13 which defends the approach to the pole." I estimated (though, perhaps, I may be mistaken)--I estimated this adventurous14 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 catastrophe15 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 incessantly16 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 (what date it was I could not say) 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 inspection17 on board the Nautilus seems to have ceased. All appear to be stupefied. You will be ready, sir?" "Yes; where are we?" "In sight of land. I took the reckoning this morning in the fog-twenty miles to the east." "What country is it?" "I do not know; but, whatever it is, we will take refuge there." "Yes, Ned, yes. We will fly to-night, even if the sea should swallow us up." "The sea is bad, the wind violent, but twenty miles in that light boat of the Nautilus does not frighten me. Unknown to the crew, I have been able to procure18 food and some bottles of water." "I will follow you." "But," continued the Canadian, "if I am surprised, I will defend myself; I will force them to kill me." "We wil
l die together, friend Ned." I had made up my mind to all. The Canadian left me. I reached the platform, on which I could with difficulty support myself against the shock of the waves. The sky was threatening; but, as land was in those thick brown shadows, we must fly. I returned to the saloon, fearing and yet hoping to see Captain Nemo, wishing and yet not wishing to see him. What could I have said to him? Could I hide the involuntary horror with which he inspired me? No. It was better that I should not meet him face to face; better to forget him. And yet---- How long seemed that day, the last that I should pass in the Nautilus. I remained alone. Ned Land and Conseil avoided speaking, for fear of betraying themselves. At six I dined, but I was not hungry; I forced myself to eat in spite of my disgust, that I might not weaken myself. At half-past six Ned Land came to my room, saying, "We shall not see each other again before our departure. At ten the moon will not be risen. We will profit by the darkness. Come to the boat; Conseil and I will wait for you." The Canadian went out without giving me time to answer. Wishing to verify the course of the Nautilus, I went to the saloon. We were running N.N.E. at frightful speed, and more than fifty yards deep. I cast a last look on these wonders of nature, on the riches of art heaped up in this museum, upon the unrivalled collection destined19 to perish at the bottom of the sea, with him who had formed it. I wished to fix an indelible impression of it in my mind. I remained an hour thus, bathed in the light of that luminous20 ceiling, and passing in review those treasures shining under their glasses. Then I returned to my room.
I dressed myself in strong sea clothing. I collected my notes, placing them carefully about me. My heart beat loudly. I could not check its pulsations. Certainly my trouble and agitation21 would have betrayed me to Captain Nemo's eyes. What was he doing at this moment? I listened at the door of his room. I heard steps. Captain Nemo was there. He had not gone to rest. At every moment I expected to see him appear, and ask me why I wished to fly. I was constantly on the alert. My imagination magnified everything. The impression became at last so poignant22 that I asked myself if it would not be better to go to the Captain's room, see him face to face, and brave him with look and gesture.
It was the inspiration of a madman; fortunately I resisted the desire, and stretched myself on my bed to quiet my bodily agitation. My nerves were somewhat calmer, but in my excited brain I saw over again all my existence on board the Nautilus; every incident, either happy or unfortunate, which had happened since my disappearance23 from the Abraham Lincoln--the submarine hunt, the Torres Straits, the savages24 of Papua, the running ashore25, the coral cemetery26, the passage of Suez, the Island of Santorin, the Cretan diver, Vigo Bay, Atlantis, the iceberg27, the South Pole, the imprisonment28 in the ice, the fight among the poulps, the storm in the Gulf Stream, the Avenger29, and the horrible scene of the vessel30 sunk with all her crew. All these events passed before my eyes like scenes in a drama. Then Captain Nemo seemed to grow enormously, his features to assume superhuman proportions. He was no longer my equal, but a man of the waters, the genie31 of the sea.
It was then half-past nine. I held my head between my hands to keep it from bursting. I closed my eyes; I would not think any longer. There was another half-hour to wait, another half-hour of a nightmare, which might drive me mad.
At that moment I heard the distant strains of the organ, a sad harmony to an undefinable chant, the wail32 of a soul longing33 to break these earthly bonds. I listened with every sense, scarcely breathing; plunged34, like Captain Nemo, in that musical ecstasy35, which was drawing him in spirit to the end of life. Then a sudden thought terrified me. Captain Nemo had left his room. He was in the saloon, which I must cross to fly. There I should meet him for the last time. He would see me, perhaps speak to me. A gesture of his might destroy me, a single word chain me on board. But ten was about to strike. The moment had come for me to leave my room, and join my companions.
I must not hesitate, even if Captain Nemo himself should rise before me. I opened my door carefully; and even then, as it turned on its hinges, it seemed to me to make a dreadful noise. Perhaps it only existed in my own imagination.
I crept along the dark stairs of the Nautilus, stopping at each step to check the beating of my heart. I reached the door of the saloon, and opened it gently. It was plunged in profound darkness. The strains of the organ sounded faintly. Captain Nemo was there. He did not see me. In the full light I do not think he would have noticed me, so entirely36 was he absorbed in the ecstasy. I crept along the carpet, avoiding the slightest sound which might betray my presence. I was at least five minutes reaching the door, at the opposite side, opening into the library. I was going to open it, when a sigh from Captain Nemo nailed me to the spot. I knew that he was rising. I could even see him, for the light from the library came through to the saloon. He came towards me silently, with his arms crossed, gliding37 like a spectre rather than walking. His breast was swelling38 with sobs39; and I heard him murmur40 these words (the last which ever struck my ear): "Almighty41 God! enough! enough!" Was it a confession42 of remorse43 which thus escaped from this man's conscience? In desperation, I rushed through the library, mounted the central staircase, and, following the upper flight, reached the boat. I crept through the opening, which had already admitted my two companions. "Let us go! let us go!" I exclaimed. "Directly!" replied the Canadian.
The orifice in the plates of the Nautilus was first closed, and fastened down by means of a false key, with which Ned Land had provided himself; the opening in the boat was also closed. The Canadian began to loosen the bolts which still held us to the submarine boat.
Suddenly a noise was heard. Voices were answering each other loudly. What was the matter? Had they discovered our flight? I felt Ned Land slipping a dagger44 into my hand. "Yes," I murmured, "we know how to die!" The Canadian had stopped in his work. But one word many times repeated, a dreadful word, revealed the cause of the agitation spreading on board the Nautilus. It was not we the crew were looking after! "The maelstrom45! the maelstrom!" Could a more dreadful word in a more dreadful situation have sounded in our ears! We were then upon the dangerous coast of Norway. Was the Nautilus being drawn into this gulf at the moment our boat was going to leave its sides? We knew that at the tide the pent-up waters between the islands of Ferroe and Loffoden rush with irresistible46 violence, forming a whirlpool from which no vessel ever escapes. From every point of the horizon enormous waves were meeting, forming a gulf justly called the "Navel of the Ocean," whose power of attraction extends to a distance of twelve miles. There, not only vessels47, but whales are sacrificed, as well as white bears from the northern regions.
It is thither48 that the Nautilus, voluntarily or involuntarily, had been run by the Captain.
It was describing a spiral, the circumference49 of which was lessening50 by degrees, and the boat, which was still fastened to its side, was carried along with giddy speed. I felt that sickly giddiness which arises from long-continued whirling round. We were in dread1. Our horror was at its height, circulation had stopped, all nervous influence was annihilated51, and we were covered with cold sweat, like a sweat of agony! And what noise around our frail52 bark! What roarings repeated by the echo miles away! What an uproar53 was that of the waters broken on the sharp rocks at the bottom, where the hardest bodies are crushed, and trees worn away, "with all the fur rubbed off," according to the Norwegian phrase!
What a situation to be in! We rocked frightfully. The Nautilus defended itself like a human being. Its steel muscles cracked. Sometimes it seemed to stand upright, and we with it! "We must hold on," said Ned, "and look after the bolts. We may still be saved if we stick to the Nautilus." He had not finished the words, when we heard a crashing noise, the bolts gave way, and the boat, torn from its groove54, was hurled55 like a stone from a sling56 into the midst of the whirlpool. My head struck on a piece of iron, and with the violent shock I lost all consciousness.
船中嵌板就在这个怕人的景象下闭起来了，可是客厅中的灯光并没有亮，桔第留斯号内部完全是黑暗和沉默。
它在深百英尺下的水底，特别迅速地离开这个凄惨场所。
它到哪里去呢？向北呢？向南呢？这个人做了这件可怕的报复后，逃到哪里去呢？我回到我的房中，尼德和康塞尔两人默不作声地在舱房里面。我对于尼摩船长发生一种极端厌恶的心情。虽然他从别人方面可能受过很大的痛苦，但他没有权利来作这样残酷的报复。虽然他没有使我做他的同谋，可是他让我做了他复仇的见证人！这已经太过分十一点，电光又亮了。我到客厅里面，厅里没有人。我看一下厅里的各种器械。诺第留斯号以每小时二十五海里的快速度向北方驶去，有时在海面上，有时在三十英尺深水下。从地图上的记录来看，我看出我们在英吉利海峡口上走过，航行方向是以无比的快速度把我们带到北极海中去。
晚上，我们已经走过大西洋海面二百里。阴影遮来，黑暗侵到海上，直至月亮东升。
我回到房中。我睡不着，受恶梦的侵扰。残酷毁灭的可怕场面在我脑子里面陆续重演。
自这一天起，谁能说诺第留斯号在这北大西洋海水中要带我们到哪里去呢？老是那飞快的速度！老是在极北蒙雾中间！它要走近斯勃齐堡的尖角；走近纽藏伯尔的悬崖吗？它要驶过那些神秘的海。白海，喀拉海，鄂毕湾，李亚洛夫群岛，以及亚洲沿海没有人到过的边岸吗？这样度过的时间，我简直不可能估计。时间在船上的大钟上是停止了。
好像黑夜和白天跟在两极地方那样，不按照它们经常的规律来进行。我感到自己被带迸埃德加·波的过度想象可以随意活动的那个奇异领域中了。每时每刻，我都像怪异的戈登。宾①那样，等着看见“那个蒙面人，他的身材比居住在任何陆地上的人都高大得多，斜身投入那保护北极周围的大瀑布中去！”
我估量——但我或者搞错了～一我估量诺第留斯号这次冒险的奔跑延长到十五天或二十天之久，如果没有结束这次海底旅行的大灾祸发生，我不知道要拉长到什么时候。
尼摩船长，没法提了。他的副手，也一样。船上的人员一个也看不见。诺第留斯号不停地在水底行驶。当它浮上水而来调换空气的时候，嵌板总是机械地动作着：打开了又关闭。在地图上也不再记方位了。我根本不知道我门是在什我又要说，加拿大人忍无可忍，忍到最后关头了，他也不出来，康塞尔想使他说句话也不可能，同时害怕他神经忽然错乱，在怕人的思乡病状下，他可能要寻短见。因此，康塞尔时时刻刻忠实小心地看守住他。人们了解到，在这种情况下，我们的处境不可能再维持下去。一天早上——卿j一天我可说不上来——清早我迷糊地昏睡着，那是苦恼和病态的昏睡。当我醒来，我看见尼德·兰俯身向着我，我听到他低声对我说：我们逃！"我站起来问：“我们什么时候逃？”
“就在夜间。诺第留斯号像是任何管理和监督也没有了。船上好像完全陷于麻木昏沉的状态。先生，您能准备好吗？"“能，我们现在在什么地方？”
“在可以望见陆地的地方。我今天早上在浓雾中间，东”方二十海里，看见那些陆地。”
“那是些什么陆地呢？”
"那可不知道，不管是什么陆地，我们逃到那边去就是。”
。“对！尼德。对，我们今晚逃，就是大海吞没了我们也不管！”
"海很汹涌，风很猛烈，但在诺第留斯号的那只轻便小艇中只要划二十海里，那不能使我骇怕。我没有被船上人员发觉，暗中又弄到一些粮食和好几瓶饮水。"“我一定跟您逃。”
‘此外"拿大人又说，“如果我被发觉，我一定反抗，我要人把我杀死。”
“我们死在一起，尼德朋友。”
我不顾一切，决心逃走。加拿大人出去了。我到了平台上面，我简直站不住，不可能受那一阵一阵波浪的袭击。
天空阴暗，快有风暴，但是，既然有陆地在浓雾中，那就是逃走。现在我们一天、一时、一刻都不能白丢。
我回到客厅中，既怕碰见又想碰见尼摩船长，既要又不要看见他。我可以跟他说什么活呢？我可能隐藏住他使我心中发生的那种自然而然的厌恶吗！不能！那么看不见他，不跟他面面相对是好些！忘记了他是好些！本来也只能这样！
我在诺第留斯号船上过的最后这一天是多么长！我一个人单独在那里。尼德·兰和康塞尔躲开我，不跟我说话，怕泄露我们的计划。六点，进晚餐，但我并不饿。我虽不想吃，但我勉强吃些，不愿意把自己弄得没有气力。六点半，尼德，兰走进我房中来，他对我说：“我们只到出发的时候才能再见了。十点，月亮还没有上来。我们乘黑暗中逃走。您到小艇那边来。康塞尔和我，我们在那边等候您。”
加拿大人说完了就走，连回答他的时间也不给我。
我要确定一下诺第留斯号所走的方向。我到客厅中去。我们是在深五十米的地方，船以惊人的速度向东北偏北方驶去。
我最后看一下堆在这陈列室中自然的奇珍异宝，艺术的宝库，最后看一下有一天要跟亲手收集它们的人一齐消灭在海底的，那无比的珍贵收藏。我想在我心中把我的十分深刻的印象最后一次固定下来。我就这样过了一小时，在光辉的天花板发出的电光照耀下，把玻璃柜中那些辉煌灿烂的珍宝重看了一遍。然后我回房中来。
到了房中，我穿了海中穿的结实衣服。我弄齐了我的笔记，把笔记紧密珍重地带在身上。我的心跳得很厉害。
我不能抑制我的脉搏。当然，我的心绪，我的激动，可以被尼摩船长的眼睛看出来。
他这时候干什么呢？我到他房门口细听一下。我听到有脚步声。尼摩船长在里面。他并没有睡下。听到他的每一动作，我觉得他就要走出来，质问我为什么要逃走！我感到有连续不断的警报声。我的想象又把这些警报声扩大起来。这种感觉十分难受，使得我心中想，到船长房中去，跟他当面，用手势和眼光向他挑战，或者倒好些！
这简直是疯狂的想法。很运气，我抑制住自己，我躺在床上，让我身体的激动平息下来。我的神经安静了一些，但我的脑子受了过度的刺激，在迅速的记忆中，我重又看见我在诺第留斯号船上度过的整个生活，自我脱离了林肯号以来所碰到的：或快乐或痛苦的所有意外事件：海底打猎，多列斯海峡，巴布亚岛的土人，坐礁搁浅，珊瑚墓地，苏伊士海底地道，桑多林岛，克里特的潜水人：维哥湾，大西洋洲，冰山。南极，被困在冰层中，跟章鱼战斗，大西洋暖流的风暴。
复仇号，以及那把船跟船员一起撞沉的可怕场面！姓庑┦录加肯衷谖已矍埃孟衲切┍澈蟮牟季埃谖杼ǖ撞悖荒灰荒坏亟铱馐焙颍崮Υぴ谡饫肫婀殴值幕肪持屑湎缘靡斐＞薮蟆Ｋ男蜗蠹衅鹄矗殖龀说牡湫汀Ｋ⒉皇俏业耐嗳耍撬腥耍呛Ｖ猩瘛?
时间是丸点半。我双手紧紧按住我的脑袋，防止它不要炸裂。我闭起我的眼睛。我不愿意思想。还要等半个钟头：半个钟头的恶梦可能使我变成疯子！这时候，我听到大风琴的隐约声音，那是一种不可形容的忧愁乐声，是一个要斩断自己对人世关系的人的真正哀歌。我五官并用，全神注意地细听，差不多呼吸都停止了，像尼摩船长～样，精神充全沉浸在把他带到人世之外的音乐迷醉中。
一会儿，一个突然的思想使我十分害怕起来；尼摩船长已离开了他的房间，他正在我逃走时一定要经过的客厅里面。我要在厅中最后一次碰见他。他要看见我，他或者要跟我说话！他的一下手势可能使我惊呆不能动弹，他只要说一句话就可能把我锁在他的船上！然而十点就要响了。
离开我的房间，跟我的同伴们相会的时候到了。
没有丝毫可以犹疑的了，就是尼摩船长站在我面前也不能倒退了。我小心把房门打开，可是我觉得在拧动门钮的时候，门发出怕人的声音。或者这声音只可能是存在我的想象中！
我沿着诺第留斯号的黑暗过道，一步一步摸索着前进，走一步停一下，抑制住心上的跳动。
我走到客厅屋角上的门。我轻轻地打开它。厅里面完全黑暗。大风琴的声音微弱响着。尼摩船长在那里。他没有看见我。我想，就是在明亮的灯光下，他恐怕也看不见我，因为他神游天外，他完全被吸引在梦幻的乐声里。我在地毯上慢慢挪动，十分小心不和任何东西相碰，以免发出声响。我费了五分钟才走到客厅那边通到图书室的门。
我正要开门的时候，尼摩船长的一声叹息把我钉在那里不能动。我懂得他是站起来了。我甚至于看到他的身影，因为有些亮着的图书室中的灯光一直射到客厅中来。
他向我这边走来，两手交叉着，一声不响，说是走过来，不如说是溜过来，像幽灵那样。他的被压住的胸部由于他抽咽的哭泣而鼓胀起来。我听到他声音很低地说出下面这几句话——这个传到我耳中来的最后几句话：“全能的上帝！够了！够了！"这就是从这个人良心里面发出来的悔恨的自白吗？……我简直心神昏乱了，跑出图书室中。我上了中央楼梯，沿着上层的过道前行，我到了小艇边。我从开着的孔走人艇中，我的两个同伴已经在这里边。
“我们走！我们走！”我喊道。
“马上走！”加拿大人回答。
在诺第留斯号船身钢板上开的孔本来是关闭的，尼德·兰有一把钳子，把螺钉紧紧地上好。小艇上的孔也是关起来的，加拿大人开始弄松那仍然把我们扣在这只潜水船上的螺钉。突然船内发出声响。好些人声急急地互相答应。发生了什么事？是人们发觉了我们逃走吗？我觉得尼德·兰拿一把短刀放在我手中。
“对！"我低声说，“我们并不怕死！”
加拿大人停止了他的松钉工作。我们听到一句话，重复说了许多次，一句很可怕的话，给我说明诺第留斯号船上处处发生骚扰激动的原因。船上人员发觉到的对象并不是我们！
“北冰洋大风暴！北冰洋大风暴！”他们大声喊。
北冰洋大风暴！可能有一个更可怕的名字在更可怕的情形中传到我们耳朵中来吗？那么我们是走在挪威沿岸一带的危险海中了。诺第留斯号在我们的小艇要离开它的时候，就要被卷人这深渊中吗？
人们知道，当潮涨的时候，夹在费罗哀群岛和罗夫丹群岛中间的海水，奔腾澎湃，汹涌无比。它们形成翻滚沸腾的漩涡，从没有船只驶进去能够脱险出来。滔天大浪从四面八方冲到那里，形成了很恰当地被称为“海洋肚脐眼”的无底的深渊，它的吸引力一直伸张到十五公里远。在深渊周围，不但船只，而且鲸鱼，而且北极地带的白熊，都不能例外，一齐被吸进去。
就是在这无底深渊附近，诺第留斯号——或无意或有意一被它的船长驶进来了，它迅速地被卷入，路线作螺旋形，愈前进，螺旋形的半径也愈缩校小艇还附在它身上，也跟它一样，被惊人无比的速度带走。我感到它飞奔前去。我这时体会到的，是接着过于延长的涡卷动作而来的那种颠簸的盘旋回绕。我们是在极端的骇怕中，是在最高度的恐怖中，血液循环停止了，神经作用停顿了，全身流满像临死时候所出的冷汗！在我们的脆弱小艇周围的是多么叫怕的声音！几海里内连续回响不绝的是多么厉害的吼叫！那些海水溅在海底下面的尖利岩石上所发出的是多么怕人的喧闹！在这些岩石上，就是最坚固的物体也粉碎了，照挪威成语说的，就是大树干也毁损为“茸茸毛皮”了！
多么危险怕人的处境！我们极端骇怕地一任海波摆动。诺第留斯号像一个人一样自卫着。它的钢铁肌肉嘎嘎作响。它有时候挺起，我们也跟它一齐竖起！
“要全力支持，”尼德说，“并且把螺丝钉再上紧起来。
紧紧靠着诺第留斯号，我们或者还可以保全……！”
他没有说完他的话，嘎嘎的声音就发出来了。螺丝钉落下，小艇脱离它的巢窝，像投石机发出的一块石头，飞掷入大漩涡中。
我的脑袋碰在一根铁条上，受了这次猛烈的冲撞，我立即失去了知觉。
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vengeance
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catastrophe
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circumference
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