The Mysterious Island Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Captain Grant's Children

Chapter 76: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (7)
Now only a few of us are left locked in it.I couldn't tell, and I couldn't guess where we were.It just felt dark.It was absolute darkness, and after several minutes, my eyes still couldn't see a shimmer of light, and that kind of faintly floating shimmer should exist even in the darkest night.

Ned Land was very angry at the way these people treated us, and flew into a rage.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, "these people treat guests like the Caledonians! They're nothing short of cannibals! I won't be surprised, but I'll say in advance that I don't I will honestly wait for them to come and eat me!"

Conseil said calmly, "Good friend Ned Land, be quiet, be quiet, we haven't been put in the baking pan yet, and now is not the time to get angry."

"Yes, it's true that it's not in the oven yet," the Canadian replied, "but we're in the oven, that's for sure. It's very dark in here. Humph! Luckily I still have a My sharp knife, when I need it, I will see clearly. These robbers, let's see which one of them dares to attack me first..."

"Don't lose your temper, Ned Land," I said to the harpooner. "Angering won't do any good. If someone is listening to what we say, it will only make matters worse. We might as well start Find a way to figure out where we are now."

I groped and walked, and after five steps, I came across an iron wall, a steel plate wall riveted with rivets.Then, turning back, I bumped into a wooden table with square stools beside it.The floor of this prison was covered with thick hemp mats, and one could not hear any footsteps when walking on it.The walls are bare, there are no doors or windows.Conseil came from the opposite direction, met me, and we were back in the middle of the cabin, which was about twenty feet long and ten feet wide.As for how tall it was, Ned Land was very tall and hadn't reached the top, so he couldn't measure it.

After more than 30 minutes, our situation is still the same.Suddenly, our eyes lit up, and the darkness in front of us disappeared instantly, and turned into dazzling light.Our prison was suddenly lit up, that is to say, the room was suddenly filled with a light so intense that it was almost unbearable.Seeing this bright white light, I recognized it as the beautiful phosphorescence-like electric light that happened around the submarine.I closed my eyes involuntarily, and opened them again after a while, and I saw the light coming from a translucent hemisphere mounted on the roof of the cabin.

"Okay! We can finally see clearly!" Ned Land said loudly, holding a knife in his defensive posture.

"Yes, we can see clearly," I replied, and at the same time made a contrary opinion, "but our situation is still as unclear as before."

"Please be patient, sir," said Conseil calmly.

The cabin suddenly brightened up, and I just happened to be able to observe the environment inside carefully.There is only one table and five stools in the room.I can't see where the doors and windows are, they are probably sealed.There was deathly silence on board, we couldn't hear a sound.I can't guess whether the ship is moving or not?Or float on the sea?Or sink under the sea?

I reckon someone on board would have come, otherwise the ball wouldn't have lit up for no reason.If we are forgotten by these people, they will keep this prison dark.

My prediction was really right.Soon there was the sound of a latch, the door was opened, and two people walked in.

One of them was short and small, with extremely well-developed muscles, very broad shoulders, strong limbs, a very angular head, thick black hair, a heavy beard, and sharp eyes. He was full of the demeanor of a southerner.Diderot Diderot (1713-1784), French Enlightenment thinker, materialist philosopher and writer.Well said, human action is metaphorical, and now this little man is living proof of that statement.I think that when he usually speaks, he must be full of all kinds of metaphors in rhetoric.Of course, I didn't have a chance to verify this, because he said something so strange that I couldn't understand it at all.

The other deserves a more detailed description.Gradiole (1815-1865), French physiologist.Or Engel's disciples can tell what kind of person he belongs to from his face, and I immediately saw the main characteristics of this person without hesitation: First, he is a very confident person, because his head is proudly raised. He is placed in the arc formed by his shoulders, his black eyes are always so calm when looking at people; second, he is a very calm person, because his complexion is pale and not red, which shows his The blood circulation is steady; thirdly, he is a man of resolute character, as can be seen from the rapid contraction of his orbital muscles; fourthly, he is brave, because his breathing is profuse, indicating a vigorous vitality.

I would add that the man had a haughty air, and his firm gaze reflected his high thoughts.Judging from his overall appearance and the consistency of his manner and expression, according to Mr. Xiangmian, he should be a frank and straightforward person.

As soon as I saw this, I couldn't help but feel at ease, and I felt that our meeting would turn out well.

The man was somewhere between 35 and 50 years old, I couldn't see his exact age.He is tall, with a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, well-defined lips, neat teeth, and slender and slender hands. To use palmistry, he is a particularly "elf" person, that is to say, his hands are in harmony with his emotional body. The hearts are just right.This guy was probably the most perfect type of guy I've ever met.He also has a particularly subtle feature. The distance between his eyes is farther than that of ordinary people, so he has a wide field of vision and can see many things at the same time.I was able to attest to this feature in later days when his eyesight was much higher than that of Ned Land.When he stared at something, his eyebrows were raised tightly, and his wide eyelids were slightly closed. In this way, the eyeballs were just surrounded by the eyelids, and the range of vision was narrowed.Objects that become smaller due to distance are magnified by him!What we see as Hai Bo is very vague, but he can understand it at a glance!He can see everything in the depths of the sea clearly!He touches your soul with just one look!What a vision!

The two strangers wore otter-skin caps and seal-skin water boots, and their clothes were made of a special fabric with loose waists that allowed them to move freely.

Obviously, the taller of the two is the head of the ship.He looked us over carefully without saying a word.Then turning away, he spoke to his companion for a while in words I could not understand at all.The tones of the vowels of their language seem to vary a lot, and it is a loud, harmonious and tactful language.

His companions nodded frequently and answered something, and we couldn't understand their conversation at all.Then, he looked back, as if asking me directly.

I answered him in French, saying I did not understand him.But he didn't seem to understand me either, which was really embarrassing.

Conseil said to me: "Sir, please tell them about our situation, maybe these two gentlemen can understand a few words!"

I recounted our encounter, told them our names and identities, and then I formally introduced us to them: Professor Aronnax, his servant Conseil, and Ned the harpooner. · Master Lan.Every syllable is pronounced clearly and no detail is missed.

The man listened to me serenely, politely, with great attention, and his eyes were gentle and calm.He didn't say a word when I was done, and there was nothing on his face to show that he understood what I was saying.

It seems that now the only way to communicate with him is in English.English is almost the common language of the world, maybe he can understand it.I know English and German and can read fluently, but not very well.Anyway, I have to find a way to make him understand me.

I said to the harpooner: "Come on, Master Ned Land, you come on, this time it's up to you, please try to bring out all the English that the English people speak. Maybe the effect of what you say will be better." A little better than I said."

Ned Land readily agreed, and repeated what I said just now. I probably understood what he said. The content was the same, but the form was different.Canadians, by nature, speak impassionedly.He complained fiercely about people's disregard of human rights, and questioned why they detained us here. He also moved out the provisions of the "Habes Security Law", saying that he would prosecute those who illegally detained him.He gesticulated, became more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder. Finally, he used a very vivid body language to tell the other party that we were starving to death.

This is true, but we have pretty much forgotten our hunger.

The harpooner was baffled, for what he said was exactly what I was saying, and the men didn't get it, and they didn't even frown.It seems that neither of them understand Faraday Faraday (1791-1867), British physicist and chemist.Arago (1790-1855), French writer, author of "Global World".language.

I feel very embarrassed.We took out all the language capital, but nothing was solved, and I really didn't know what to do.Then Conseil said to me:
"Sir, with your permission, I will speak to them in German."

"Huh? You speak German?" I shouted.

"I speak German like any other Flemish. Doesn't that displease Monsieur?"

"On the contrary, I'm glad you speak German. Go ahead, my boy."

So, Conseil once again told our tortuous story in his very calm tone.But no matter how smooth and melodious the narrator's voice may be and how harmonious the tones may be, the German language still doesn't work.

In the end, I was forced to have no choice but to search my guts, moved out the little Latin I had learned at the beginning, and told what happened to us again.Cicero Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC), ancient Roman statesman, orator and philosopher.If they heard it, they might plug their ears and send me off to the kitchen.I reluctantly dealt with it and finished speaking, but in the end, it still didn't work.

Again this last effort was declared a failure.The two strangers exchanged a few words in a language we didn't understand, then turned and walked away without even making a reassuring gesture common to all countries in the world.The door was closed again.

Ned Land shouted: "How shameless! What! We speak French, English, German, Latin to them, but none of these bastards are polite, and they don't even pay attention!" He was No.20 angry for the first time.

I said to the angry harpooner, "Be quiet, Ned Land, losing your temper won't solve the problem."

The irascible companion replied: "Professor, are we waiting to be starved to death in this iron cage?"

Conseil said, "Forget it! If we think about it, we can hold on for a while longer."

I said, "Don't despair, my friends, we've had worse situations than this. Please bear with me and tell me what you think of the captain and crew of this ship."

"My opinion of them is—these are a bunch of bastards!" Ned Land replied angrily.

"Good! So what country are they from?"

"From the bastard country!"

"My brother Ned Land, this country is not shown on the world map yet. I admit that it is really difficult to determine the nationality of these two people! They are not British, not French, not German, that is for sure." I would, however, think that the captain and his mates were born in the lower latitudes, and that they had southern features. They might be Spaniards, Turks, Arabs, or Indians, but judging by their size It’s not very similar. As for their language, it’s absolutely incomprehensible.”

"Look! This is the trouble of not knowing all languages," Conseil replied. "It can also be said that the languages ​​of the world are not uniform, which is really inconvenient!"

"What's the use of saying that!" Ned Land replied, "Don't you see that these people have their own language, and the purpose of creating this language is so that people can't beg for food from them! But, on Earth In any country in the world, as long as you open your mouth, move your upper and lower jaws, clench your teeth and lips, you will understand that this is to eat! Whether it is in Quebec, the Pamotu Islands, or in Paris and the cities opposite Paris, this is not the case. It means I'm hungry, do you want something to eat?"

"Oh!" said Conseil, "some people are too stupid!"

Just then the door opened, and a waiter came in, who brought us clothes, sea jackets and breeches, all made of a material we didn't recognize.I quickly picked it up and put it on, and my companions also put it on.

While we were getting dressed, the waiter put three cutlery on the table.I feel that the waiter may be dumb or deaf.

"That's about the same, and it seems to be a good sign," Conseil said.

The harpooner who had been brooding all this time said angrily: "Hmph! What else can you eat in this ghost place besides turtle liver, shark slices, and seal steak?"

"We'll find out later," Conseil said.

The meals were arranged symmetrically on the tablecloth, covered with silver covers.We sit at the table.We were obviously dealing with civilized people, and if it hadn't been for the bright lights shining on us, I'd have thought I was sitting in the Adelphi Hotel in Liverpool, or in a Grand Hotel in Paris!I must declare, however, that there was neither a morsel of bread nor a morsel of wine.The water was fresh and pure, but it was just water—it wasn't to Ned Land's taste.Among the dishes served to us, I recognized several kinds of fish, well cooked, and a few well-cooked dishes, but I could not name them, nor even whether they were vegetable or animal. Know.The tableware on the table is even more exquisite. Everything, such as spoons, forks, knives, and plates, has a letter on it, and there is an inscription around the letter. We copy it in the original style below:

MOBILLS IN MOBILD, MOBILLS IN MOBILD!The inscription is so apt for this undersea machine. The "N" must be the first letter of a person's name, and it may be the mysterious figure giving orders under the sea!
Ned Land and Conseil were different from me, they didn't think about anything, they had already started to gobble up, and I quickly started to eat like them.I am no longer worried about our fate, and according to my judgment, our master has no intention of starving us to death.

However, everything will pass, there is a beginning and an end, even things like not eating for fifteen hours are no exception.Now, when we eat and drink enough, we feel sleepy.After fighting death all night, wanting to sleep is also a natural reaction.

"To tell you the truth, I really want to have a good night's sleep," Conseil said.

"I can hardly keep my eyes open," Ned Land replied.

My two companions lay down on the carpet in the cabin and fell asleep while talking.

I was also very sleepy, but I persisted for a while and didn't fall asleep immediately.A lot of thoughts came to my mind, my mind was filled with many unsolvable problems, and a lot of imagination did not allow me to close my eyes.Where are we now?What strange force is taking us away?I felt the ship sinking down to the deepest point of the ocean floor.I was haunted by many nightmares.In this mysterious sanctuary, I vaguely saw a large group of unknown animals. This submarine seemed to be of the same kind as them. It was as active, as swimming, and as terrifying as them... Then, my My mind calmed down, all my imagination disappeared in the slumber of drowsiness, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

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I don't know how long I slept this time, but it must have been a long time, because I didn't feel tired at all when I woke up.I was the first to wake up, and my companions were still sound asleep in that corner, motionless, like a pile of things.

I got up from this hard bed and immediately felt my thoughts cleared and my energy increased.So I re-observed our cell again, and the layout inside has not changed in the slightest.A cell is still a cell, and a prisoner is still a prisoner.But the waiter cleared the table while we were asleep.With nothing to suggest that our situation will change, I seriously wonder if this cage is where we will live forever.

I want to stay in this cell indefinitely. Although my brain is not as tangled as yesterday, my chest feels tight.I was having difficulty breathing and the stale air was no longer enough to keep my lungs functioning.Although the cell is spacious, we have obviously used up most of the oxygen in it.In fact, a person consumes one hundred liters of oxygen per hour that is contained in the air, but once the air has almost the same amount of carbon dioxide, it is impossible to breathe.

Therefore, it is imperative to re-air our cells, and possibly the entire sub as well.

(End of this chapter)