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the world twenty thousand leagues under the sea by jules verne translated by f p walter chapter twenty the coral realm the next day i awoke with my head unusually clear much to my surprise i was in my stateroom no doubt my companions had been put back in their cabin without noticing it any more than i had like me they would have no idea what took place during the night and to unravel this mystery i could count only on some future happenstance i then considered leaving my stateroom was i free or still a prisoner perfectly free i opened my door headed down the gangways and climbed the central companionway

hatches that had been closed the day before were now open i arrived on the platform ned land and conceal were there waiting for me i questioned them they knew nothing lost in a heavy sleep of which they had no memory they were quite startled to be back in their cabin as for the nautilus it seemed as tranquil and mysterious as ever it was cruising on the surface of the waves at a moderate speed nothing seemed to have changed on board ned land observed the sea with his penetrating eyes it was deserted the canadian sighted nothing new on the horizon neither sail nor shore a breeze was blowing noisily from the west and dishevelled by the wind long billows made the submersible roll very noticeably

after renewing its air the nautilus stayed at an average depth of fifteen metres enabling it to return quickly to the surface of the waves and contrary to custom it executed such a manoeuvre several times during the day of january nineteenth the chief officer would then climb into the platform and his usual phrase would ring through the ship's interior as for captain nemo he didn't appear of the other men on board i saw only my emotionless steward who served me with his usual mute efficiency near two o'clock i was busy organising my notes in the lounge when the captain opened the door and appeared

i bowed to him he gave me an almost imperceptible bow in return without saying a word to me i resumed my work hoping he might give me some explanation of the previous afternoon's events he did nothing of the sort i stared at him his face looked exhausted his reddened eyes hadn't been refreshed by sleep his facial features expressed profound sadness real chagrin he walked up and down sat and stood picked up a book at random discarded it immediately consulted his instruments without taking his customary notes and seemed unable to rest easy for an instant finally he came over to me and said are you a physician professor aronnax this inquiry was so unexpected that i stared at him a good while without replying are you a physician he repeated several of your scientific colleagues took their degrees in medicine such as grachollet moucan tandan and others

that's right i said i am a doctor i used to be on call at the hospitals i was in practice for several years before joining the museum excellent sir my reply obviously pleased captain nemo but not knowing what he was driving at i waited for further questions ready to reply as circumstances dictated professor aronnax the captain said to me would you consent to give your medical attentions to one of my men some one is sick yes i'm ready to go with you come i admit that my heart was pounding lord knows why but i saw a definite connection between his sick crewman and yesterday's happenings and the mystery of those events concerned me at least as much as the man's sickness captain nemo led me to the nautilus's stern and invited me into a cabin located next to the sailors quarters

on a bed there lay a man some forty years old with strongly moulded features the very image of an anglo-saxon i bent over him not only was he sick he was wounded swathed in blood soaked linen his head was resting on a folded pillow i undid the linen bandages while the wounded man gazed with great staring eyes and let me proceed without making a single complaint it was a horrible wound the cranium had been smashed open by some blunt instrument leaving the naked brains exposed and the cerebral matter had suffered deep abrasions blood clots had formed in this dissolving mass taking on the colour of wine dregs

both contusion and concussion of the brain had occurred the sick man's breathing was laboured and muscle spasms quivering in his face cerebral inflammation was complete and had brought on a paralysis of movement and sensation i took the wounded man's pulse it was intermittent the body's extremities were already growing cold and i saw that death was approaching without any possibility of my holding it in check after dressing the poor man's wound i redid the linen bandages around his head and i turned to captain nemo how did he get this wound i asked him

that's not important the captain replied evasively the nautilus suffered a collision that cracked one of the engine levers and it struck this man my chief officer was standing beside him this man leapt forward to intercept the blow a brother lays down his life for his brother a friend for his friend what could be simpler that's the law for every one on board the nautilus but what's your diagnosis of his condition i hesitated to speak my mind you may talk freely the captain told me this man doesn't understand french i took a last look at the wounded man then i replied this man will be dead in two hours nothing can save him nothing captain nemo clenched his fists and tears slid from his eyes which i had thought incapable of weeping for few moments i observed the dying man whose life was ebbing little by little

he grew still more pale under the electric light that bathed his death-bed i looked at his intelligent head furrowed with premature wrinkles that misfortune perhaps misery had etched long before i was hoping to detect the secret of his life in the last words that might escape from his lips you may go professor aronox captain nemo told me i left the captain in the dying man's cabin and i repaired to my stateroom very moved by this scene all day long i was a quiver with some gruesome forebodings that night i slept poorly and between my fitful dreams i thought i heard a distant moaning

like a funeral dirge was it a prayer for the dead murmured in that language i couldn't understand the next morning i climbed on deck captain nemo was already there as soon as soon as soon as soon as soon as soon as soon as soon as soon as he saw me he came over professor he said to me would it be convenient for you to make an under-water excursion to-day with my companions i asked if they're agreeable were yours to command captain then kindly put on your diving suits as for the dead or dying man he hadn't come into the picture i rejoined ned land and conceal i informed them of captain nemo's proposition conceal was eager to accept and this time the canadian proved perfectly amenable to going with us it was eight o'clock in the morning by eight thirty

we were suited up for this new stroll and equipped with our two devices for lighting and breathing the double door opened and accompanied by captain nemo with a dozen crewmen following we set foot on the firm sea floor where the nautilus was resting ten metres down a gentle slope gravitated to an uneven bottom whose depth was about fifteen fathoms this bottom was completely different from the one i had visited during my first excursion under the waters of the pacific ocean here i saw no fine-grained sand no under-water prairies not one open-sea forest i immediately recognized the wondrous region in which captain nemo did the honours that day

it was the coral realm in the zoophyte branch class alcyonaria one finds the order gorgonaria which contains three groups sea fans eisidian polyps and coral polyps it's in this last that precious coral belongs an unusual substance that at different times has been classified in the mineral vegetable and animal kingdoms medicine to the ancients jewellery to the moderns it wasn't decisively placed in the animal kingdom until sixteen ninety four by passanel of a coral is a unit of tiny animals assembled over a polypary that's brittle and stony in nature these polyps have a unique generating mechanism that reproduces them via the budding process and they have an individual existence while also participating in communal life hence they embody a

sort of natural socialism i was familiar with the latest research on this bizarre zoophyte which turns to stone after taking on a tree form as some naturalists have very aptly observed and nothing could have been more fascinating to me than to visit one of these petrified forests that nature has planted on the bottom of the sea we turned on our rummkorf devices and went along a coal shoal in the process of forming which given time will some day close off this whole part of the indian ocean our path was bordered by hopelessly tangled bushes formed from snarls of shrubs all covered with little star-shaped white streaked flowers only contrary to plants on shore these tree forms become attached to rocks on the sea floor by heading from top to bottom

our lights produced a thousand delightful effects while playing over these brightly colored bows i fancied i saw these cylindrical membrane filled tubes trembling beneath the water's undulations i was tempted to gather their fresh petals which were adorned with delicate tentacles some newly in bloom others barely opened while nimble fish with fluttering fins brushed past them like flocks of birds but if my hands came near the moving flowers of these sensitive lively creatures an alarm would instantly sound throughout the colony the white petals retracted into their red sheaths the flowers vanished before my eyes and the bush changed into a chunk of stony nipples

sheer chance had placed me in the presence of the most valuable specimens of this zoophyte this coral was the equal of those fished up from the mediterranean off the barbary coast or the shores of france and italy with its bright colors it lived up to those poetic names of blood-flower and blood-foam that the industry confers on its finest exhibits coral sells for as much as five hundred francs per kilogram and in this locality the liquid strata hid enough to make the fortunes of a whole host of coral fishermen this valuable substance often merges with other polyperies forming compact hopelessly tangled units known as macchiota

and i noted some wonderful pink samples of this coral but as the bushes shrank the tree forms magnified actual petrified thickets and long alcoves from some fantastic school of architecture kept opening up before our steps captain nemo entered beneath a dark gallery whose gentle slope took us to a depth of one hundred meters the light from our glass coils produced magical effects at times lingering on the wrinkled roughness of some natural arch or some overhang suspended like a chandelier with our lamps flexed with fiery sparks amid the shrubs of precious coral i observed other polyps no less unusual mellita coral rainbow coral and jointed outgrowths

then a few toffs of genus corollina some green and others red actually a type of seaweed encrusted with limestone salts which after long disputes naturalists have finally placed in the vegetable kingdom but as one intellectual has remarked here perhaps is the actual point where life rises humbly out of slumbering stone but without breaking away from its crude starting-point finally after two hours of walking we reached a depth of about three hundred meters in other words the lowermost limit at which coral can begin to form

but here it was no longer some isolated bush or a modest grove of low timber it was an immense forest huge mineral vegetation enormous petrified trees linked by garlands of elegant hydras from the genus plumularia those tropical creepers of the sea all decked out in shades and gleams we passed freely under their lofty boughs lost up in the shadows of the waves while at our feet organ-pipe coral stony coral star coral fungus coral and sea anemone from the genus cariophyllia formed a carpet of flowers all strewn with dazzling gems what an indescribable sight oh if only we could share our feelings why were we imprisoned behind these masks of metal and glass why were we forbidden to talk with each other

at least let us lead the lives of the fish that populate this liquid element or better yet the lives of amphibians which can spend long hours either at sea or on shore travelling through their double domain as their whims dictate meanwhile captain nemo had called a halt my companions and i stopped walking and turned round i saw the crewmen form a semicircle around their leader looking with greater care i observed that four of them were carrying on their shoulders an object that was oblong in shape at this locality we stood in the centre of a huge clearing surrounded by the tall tree forms of this under-water forest our laps cast a sort of brilliant twilight over the area

making inordinately long shadows of the sea-floor past the boundaries of the clearing the darkness deepened again relieved only by little sparkles given off by the sharp crests of coral ned land and conceal stood next to me we stared and it dawned on me that i was about to witness a strange scene observing the sea-floor i saw that it swelled at certain points from low bulges that were encrusted with limestone deposits and arranged with a symmetry that betrayed the hand of man in the middle of the clearing on a pedestal of roughly piled rocks there stood a cross of coral extending long arms you would have thought were made of petrified blood at a signal from captain nemo one of his men stepped forward and a few feet from this cross detached a mattock from his belt and began to dig a hole

i finally understood this clearing was a cemetery this hole a grave that oblong object the body of the man who must have died during the night captain nemo and his men had come to bury their companion in this communal resting-place on the inaccessible ocean floor no my mind was reeling as never before never had ideas of such impact raced through my brain i didn't want to see what my eyes saw meanwhile the grave digging went slowly fish fled here and there as their retreat was disturbed i heard the pick ringing on the limestone soil its iron tip sometimes giving off sparks when it hit a stray piece of flint on the sea bottom

the hole grew longer wider and soon was deep enough to receive the body then the pallbearers approached wrapped in white fabric made from filaments of the fan muscle the body was lowered into its watery grave captain nemo arms crossed over his chest knelt in a posture of prayer as did all the friends of him who had loved them my two companions and i bowed reverently the grave was then covered over with the rubble dug from the sea floor and it formed a low mound when this was done captain nemo and his men stood up then they all approached the grave sank again on bended knee and extended their hands in a sign of final farewell

then the funeral party went back up the path to the nautilus returning beneath the arches of the forest through the thickets along the coral bushes going steadily higher finally the ship's rays appeared their luminous trail guided us to the nautilus by one o'clock we had returned after changing clothes i climbed on to the platform and in the grip of dreadfully obsessive thoughts i sat next to the beacon captain nemo rejoined me i stood up and said to him so as i predicted the man died during the night yes professor aronox captain nemo replied and now he rests beside his companions in that coral cemetery yes forgotten by the world but not by us we dig the graves and entrust the polyps with sealing away our dead for eternity

and with a sudden gesture the captain hid his face in his clenched fists vainly trying to hold back a sob then he added there lies a peaceful cemetery hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the waves at least captain your dead can sleep serenely there out of the reach of sharks yes sir captain nemo replied solemnly of sharks and men end of section twenty four recording by john thomas kuz kuz morski w w w dot one and the same recordings dot com