20,000 Leagues Under the Sea Page #4

Look, Professor.

There's something over there.

- What is it?

- I don't know. It looks like the monster.

I don't care what it is,

as long as it floats.

Who could have conceived

such a miracle? A submarine boat.

You mean a submerging boat?

This is incredible.

Men have dreamed about such miracles.

You know something?

I don't like this at all.

Ahoy! Is anyone aboard?

It... It seems deserted.

I think we are asking

for trouble, Professor.

Why don't we wait?

Maybe somebody will come up.

No. If we wait, this thing

is liable to sink under us.

It's quite able to, you know.

Hello.

Is anyone down there?

Why, it's as bright as day.

And it isn't oil or gas either.

- There is great genius behind all this.

- Yes, and great evil.

Don't forget this is

an engine of destruction.

Hello.

Hello.

Ahoy! Anybody there?

Ahoy, there! Is anybody aboard?

Did you hear that, Professor?

Somebody's calling from the outside.

- Come on.

- Wait.

Look at this.

Give me a hand with this line, mate.

- Grab this oar.

- Why, Ned, it's you.

- Anybody else get off?

- Yes, the professor is down below.

Well, he really got his monster, didn't he?

This ship seems deserted,

but I have a feeling not for too long.

Personally, I'm in no mood

to meet the owners.

I'm not anxious to get

in their company myself.

I'll take my chances in the open sea.

My sentiment exactly.

Let me call the professor.

Give me a hand first. Grab that oar.

We got to flop this over.

Hold it.

Big.

I've never seen a barge like this before.

Hey, this looks like the galley.

- Cook's day off, too.

- Let me call the professor.

Professor.

Professor.

Professor!

Can you hear me?

Professor.

Professor.

Professor.

Professor.

Professor, where are you?

Hello. I'm in here.

Where?

I didn't think

I'd ever see you again.

What is it?

Burial ceremony under the sea.

Ned Land is here with a boat.

- Yes. That tall one must be the leader.

- They'll be coming back any moment.

Get away!

Help!

Help!

- Search the boat.

- Aye, sir. Come with me.

Take him!

Sink that longboat.

Mind your shovin', mate.

You are from the warship

that attacked me, are you not?

We were under the impression

that this was a monster,

not a craft of human invention.

This is Ned Land, master harpooner.

My apprentice, Conseil,

and I am Pierre Aronnax

of the Paris National Museum.

Professor Aronnax.

I've heard of you

and studied your writings.

It is fortunate that

your background differs slightly

from that of your companions in crime.

You may remain.

Take the others on deck.

Wait a minute.

What are you gonna do with us on deck?

I did not invite you.

You came as an enemy to destroy me.

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