<h2><SPAN name="1.20">Chapter 20</SPAN></h2><h3>The Torres Strait</h3>
<p><font size="+2">DURING THE NIGHT</font> of December 27–28, the <i>Nautilus</i> left
the waterways of Vanikoro behind with extraordinary speed.
Its heading was southwesterly, and in three days it had cleared the 750
leagues that separated La Pérouse's islands from the southeastern
tip of Papua.</p>
<p>On January 1, 1868, bright and early, Conseil joined me on the platform.</p>
<p>"Will master," the gallant lad said to me, "allow me to wish him
a happy new year?"</p>
<p>"Good heavens, Conseil, it's just like old times in my office
at the Botanical Gardens in Paris! I accept your kind wishes
and I thank you for them. Only, I'd like to know what you mean
by a 'happy year' under the circumstances in which we're placed.
Is it a year that will bring our imprisonment to an end, or a year
that will see this strange voyage continue?"</p>
<p>"Ye gods," Conseil replied, "I hardly know what to tell master.
We're certainly seeing some unusual things, and for two months
we've had no time for boredom. The latest wonder is always
the most astonishing, and if this progression keeps up, I can't
imagine what its climax will be. In my opinion, we'll never again
have such an opportunity."</p>
<p>"Never, Conseil."</p>
<p>"Besides, Mr. Nemo really lives up to his Latin name, since he couldn't
be less in the way if he didn't exist."</p>
<p>"True enough, Conseil."</p>
<p>"Therefore, with all due respect to master, I think a 'happy year'
would be a year that lets us see everything—"</p>
<p>"Everything, Conseil? No year could be that long. But what does
Ned Land think about all this?"</p>
<p>"Ned Land's thoughts are exactly the opposite of mine,"
Conseil replied. "He has a practical mind and a demanding stomach.
He's tired of staring at fish and eating them day in and day out.
This shortage of wine, bread, and meat isn't suitable for an upstanding
Anglo–Saxon, a man accustomed to beefsteak and unfazed by regular
doses of brandy or gin!"</p>
<p>"For my part, Conseil, that doesn't bother me in the least,
and I've adjusted very nicely to the diet on board."</p>
<p>"So have I," Conseil replied. "Accordingly, I think as much about
staying as Mr. Land about making his escape. Thus, if this new year
isn't a happy one for me, it will be for him, and vice versa.
No matter what happens, one of us will be pleased. So, in conclusion,
I wish master to have whatever his heart desires."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Conseil. Only I must ask you to postpone the question of new
year's gifts, and temporarily accept a hearty handshake in their place.
That's all I have on me."</p>
<p>"Master has never been more generous," Conseil replied.</p>
<p>And with that, the gallant lad went away.</p>
<p>By January 2 we had fared 11,340 miles, hence 5,250 leagues,
from our starting point in the seas of Japan. Before the <i>Nautilus's</i>
spur there stretched the dangerous waterways of the Coral Sea,
off the northeast coast of Australia. Our boat cruised along a few
miles away from that daunting shoal where Captain Cook's ships
wellnigh miscarried on June 10, 1770. The craft that Cook was aboard
charged into some coral rock, and if his vessel didn't go down,
it was thanks to the circumstance that a piece of coral broke off
in the collision and plugged the very hole it had made in the hull.</p>
<p>I would have been deeply interested in visiting this long,
360–league reef, against which the ever–surging sea broke
with the fearsome intensity of thunderclaps. But just then
the <i>Nautilus's</i> slanting fins took us to great depths, and I could
see nothing of those high coral walls. I had to rest content
with the various specimens of fish brought up by our nets.
Among others I noted some long–finned albacore, a species in the
genus <i>Scomber</i>, as big as tuna, bluish on the flanks, and streaked
with crosswise stripes that disappear when the animal dies.
These fish followed us in schools and supplied our table with very
dainty flesh. We also caught a large number of yellow–green gilthead,
half a decimeter long and tasting like dorado, plus some
flying gurnards, authentic underwater swallows that, on dark nights,
alternately streak air and water with their phosphorescent glimmers.
Among mollusks and zoophytes, I found in our trawl's meshes
various species of alcyonarian coral, sea urchins, hammer shells,
spurred–star shells, wentletrap snails, horn shells, glass snails.
The local flora was represented by fine floating algae:
sea tangle, and kelp from the genus <i>Macrocystis</i>, saturated with
the mucilage their pores perspire, from which I selected a wonderful
<i>Nemastoma geliniaroidea</i>, classifying it with the natural curiosities
in the museum.</p>
<p>On January 4, two days after crossing the Coral Sea, we raised the coast
of Papua. On this occasion Captain Nemo told me that he intended
to reach the Indian Ocean via the Torres Strait. This was the extent
of his remarks. Ned saw with pleasure that this course would bring us,
once again, closer to European seas.</p>
<p>The Torres Strait is regarded as no less dangerous for its
bristling reefs than for the savage inhabitants of its coasts.
It separates Queensland from the huge island of Papua,
also called New Guinea.</p>
<p>Papua is 400 leagues long by 130 leagues wide, with a surface area of
40,000 geographic leagues. It's located between latitude 0° 19'
and 10° 2' south, and between longitude 128° 23'
and 146° 15'. At noon, while the chief officer was taking
the sun's altitude, I spotted the summits of the Arfak Mountains,
rising in terraces and ending in sharp peaks.</p>
<p>Discovered in 1511 by the Portuguese Francisco Serrano, these shores
were successively visited by Don Jorge de Meneses in 1526, by Juan
de Grijalva in 1527, by the Spanish general Alvaro de Saavedra
in 1528, by Inigo Ortiz in 1545, by the Dutchman Schouten in 1616,
by Nicolas Sruick in 1753, by Tasman, Dampier, Fumel, Carteret,
Edwards, Bougainville, Cook, McClure, and Thomas Forrest,
by Rear Admiral d'Entrecasteaux in 1792, by Louis–Isidore Duperrey
in 1823, and by Captain Dumont d'Urville in 1827. "It's the heartland
of the blacks who occupy all Malaysia," Mr. de Rienzi has said;
and I hadn't the foggiest inkling that sailors' luck was about
to bring me face to face with these daunting Andaman aborigines.</p>
<p>So the <i>Nautilus</i> hove before the entrance to the world's
most dangerous strait, a passageway that even the boldest
navigators hesitated to clear: the strait that Luis Vaez de
Torres faced on returning from the South Seas in Melanesia,
the strait in which sloops of war under Captain Dumont d'Urville
ran aground in 1840 and nearly miscarried with all hands.
And even the <i>Nautilus</i>, rising superior to every danger in the sea,
was about to become intimate with its coral reefs.</p>
<p>The Torres Strait is about thirty–four leagues wide, but it's obstructed
by an incalculable number of islands, islets, breakers, and rocks
that make it nearly impossible to navigate. Consequently, Captain Nemo
took every desired precaution in crossing it. Floating flush
with the water, the <i>Nautilus</i> moved ahead at a moderate pace.
Like a <i>cetacean's</i> tail, its propeller churned the waves slowly.</p>
<p>Taking advantage of this situation, my two companions and I found seats
on the ever–deserted platform. In front of us stood the pilothouse,
and unless I'm extremely mistaken, Captain Nemo must have been inside,
steering his <i>Nautilus</i> himself.</p>
<p>Under my eyes I had the excellent charts of the Torres Strait
that had been surveyed and drawn up by the hydrographic engineer
Vincendon Dumoulin and Sublieutenant (now Admiral) Coupvent–Desbois, who
were part of Dumont d'Urville's general staff during his final
voyage to circumnavigate the globe. These, along with the efforts
of Captain King, are the best charts for untangling the snarl of this
narrow passageway, and I consulted them with scrupulous care.</p>
<p>Around the <i>Nautilus</i> the sea was boiling furiously. A stream of waves,
bearing from southeast to northwest at a speed of two and a half
miles per hour, broke over heads of coral emerging here and there.</p>
<p>"That's one rough sea!" Ned Land told me.</p>
<p>"Abominable indeed," I replied, "and hardly suitable for a craft
like the <i>Nautilus</i>."</p>
<p>"That damned captain," the Canadian went on, "must really be sure
of his course, because if these clumps of coral so much as brush us,
they'll rip our hull into a thousand pieces!"</p>
<p>The situation was indeed dangerous, but as if by magic, the <i>Nautilus</i>
seemed to glide right down the middle of these rampaging reefs.
It didn't follow the exact course of the <i>Zealous</i> and the new <i>Astrolabe</i>,
which had proved so ill–fated for Captain Dumont d'Urville. It went
more to the north, hugged the Murray Islands, and returned to the
southwest near Cumberland Passage. I thought it was about to charge
wholeheartedly into this opening, but it went up to the northwest,
through a large number of little–known islands and islets,
and steered toward Tound Island and the Bad Channel.</p>
<p>I was already wondering if Captain Nemo, rash to the point
of sheer insanity, wanted his ship to tackle the narrows
where Dumont d'Urville's two sloops of war had gone aground,
when he changed direction a second time and cut straight to the west,
heading toward Gueboroa Island.</p>
<p>By then it was three o'clock in the afternoon. The current was slacking
off, it was almost full tide. The <i>Nautilus</i> drew near this island,
which I can see to this day with its remarkable fringe of screw pines.
We hugged it from less than two miles out.</p>
<p>A sudden jolt threw me down. The <i>Nautilus</i> had just struck a reef,
and it remained motionless, listing slightly to port.</p>
<p>When I stood up, I saw Captain Nemo and his chief officer on
the platform. They were examining the ship's circumstances,
exchanging a few words in their incomprehensible dialect.</p>
<p>Here is what those circumstances entailed. Two miles to starboard lay
Gueboroa Island, its coastline curving north to west like an immense arm.
To the south and east, heads of coral were already on display,
left uncovered by the ebbing waters. We had run aground at full tide
and in one of those seas whose tides are moderate, an inconvenient
state of affairs for floating the <i>Nautilus</i> off. However, the ship
hadn't suffered in any way, so solidly joined was its hull.
But although it could neither sink nor split open, it was in serious
danger of being permanently attached to these reefs, and that would
have been the finish of Captain Nemo's submersible.</p>
<p>I was mulling this over when the captain approached, cool and calm,
forever in control of himself, looking neither alarmed nor annoyed.</p>
<p>"An accident?" I said to him.</p>
<p>"No, an incident," he answered me.</p>
<p>"But an incident," I replied, "that may oblige you to become
a resident again of these shores you avoid!"</p>
<p>Captain Nemo gave me an odd look and gestured no. Which told
me pretty clearly that nothing would ever force him to set foot
on a land mass again. Then he said:</p>
<p>"No, Professor Aronnax, the <i>Nautilus</i> isn't consigned to perdition.
It will still carry you through the midst of the ocean's wonders.
Our voyage is just beginning, and I've no desire to deprive myself
so soon of the pleasure of your company."</p>
<p>"Even so, Captain Nemo," I went on, ignoring his ironic turn of phrase,
"the <i>Nautilus</i> has run aground at a moment when the sea is full.
Now then, the tides aren't strong in the Pacific, and if you can't
unballast the <i>Nautilus</i>, which seems impossible to me, I don't see
how it will float off."</p>
<p>"You're right, professor, the Pacific tides aren't strong,"
Captain Nemo replied. "But in the Torres Strait, one still finds
a meter–and–a–half difference in level between high and low seas.
Today is January 4, and in five days the moon will be full.
Now then, I'll be quite astonished if that good–natured satellite
doesn't sufficiently raise these masses of water and do me a favor
for which I'll be forever grateful."</p>
<p>This said, Captain Nemo went below again to the <i>Nautilus's</i> interior,
followed by his chief officer. As for our craft, it no longer stirred,
staying as motionless as if these coral polyps had already walled
it in with their indestructible cement.</p>
<p>"Well, sir?" Ned Land said to me, coming up after
the captain's departure.</p>
<p>"Well, Ned my friend, we'll serenely wait for the tide on the 9th,
because it seems the moon will have the good nature to float us away!"</p>
<p>"As simple as that?"</p>
<p>"As simple as that."</p>
<p>"So our captain isn't going to drop his anchors, put his engines
on the chains, and do anything to haul us off?"</p>
<p>"Since the tide will be sufficient," Conseil replied simply.</p>
<p>The Canadian stared at Conseil, then he shrugged his shoulders.
The seaman in him was talking now.</p>
<p>"Sir," he answered, "you can trust me when I say this hunk
of iron will never navigate again, on the seas or under them.
It's only fit to be sold for its weight. So I think it's time
we gave Captain Nemo the slip."</p>
<p>"Ned my friend," I replied, "unlike you, I haven't given up on
our valiant <i>Nautilus</i>, and in four days we'll know where we stand
on these Pacific tides. Besides, an escape attempt might be
timely if we were in sight of the coasts of England or Provence,
but in the waterways of Papua it's another story. And we'll always
have that as a last resort if the <i>Nautilus</i> doesn't right itself,
which I'd regard as a real calamity."</p>
<p>"But couldn't we at least get the lay of the land?" Ned went on.
"Here's an island. On this island there are trees.
Under those trees land animals loaded with cutlets and roast beef,
which I'd be happy to sink my teeth into."</p>
<p>"In this instance our friend Ned is right," Conseil said, "and I side
with his views. Couldn't master persuade his friend Captain Nemo
to send the three of us ashore, if only so our feet don't lose
the knack of treading on the solid parts of our planet?"</p>
<p>"I can ask him," I replied, "but he'll refuse."</p>
<p>"Let master take the risk," Conseil said, "and we'll know where we
stand on the captain's affability."</p>
<p>Much to my surprise, Captain Nemo gave me the permission I asked for,
and he did so with grace and alacrity, not even exacting my promise
to return on board. But fleeing across the New Guinea territories would
be extremely dangerous, and I wouldn't have advised Ned Land to try it.
Better to be prisoners aboard the <i>Nautilus</i> than to fall into the hands
of Papuan natives.</p>
<p>The skiff was put at our disposal for the next morning.
I hardly needed to ask whether Captain Nemo would be coming along.
I likewise assumed that no crewmen would be assigned to us,
that Ned Land would be in sole charge of piloting the longboat.
Besides, the shore lay no more than two miles off, and it would
be child's play for the Canadian to guide that nimble skiff through
those rows of reefs so ill–fated for big ships.</p>
<p>The next day, January 5, after its deck paneling was opened,
the skiff was wrenched from its socket and launched to sea from
the top of the platform. Two men were sufficient for this operation.
The oars were inside the longboat and we had only to take our seats.</p>
<p>At eight o'clock, armed with rifles and axes, we pulled clear
of the <i>Nautilus</i>. The sea was fairly calm. A mild breeze blew
from shore. In place by the oars, Conseil and I rowed vigorously,
and Ned steered us into the narrow lanes between the breakers.
The skiff handled easily and sped swiftly.</p>
<p>Ned Land couldn't conceal his glee. He was a prisoner escaping
from prison and never dreaming he would need to reenter it.</p>
<p>"Meat!" he kept repeating. "Now we'll eat red meat! Actual game!
A real mess call, by thunder! I'm not saying fish aren't good for you,
but we mustn't overdo 'em, and a slice of fresh venison grilled
over live coals will be a nice change from our standard fare."</p>
<p>"You glutton," Conseil replied, "you're making my mouth water!"</p>
<p>"It remains to be seen," I said, "whether these forests do contain game,
and if the types of game aren't of such size that they can
hunt the hunter."</p>
<p>"Fine, Professor Aronnax!" replied the Canadian, whose teeth seemed
to be as honed as the edge of an ax. "But if there's no other
quadruped on this island, I'll eat tiger—tiger sirloin."</p>
<p>"Our friend Ned grows disturbing," Conseil replied.</p>
<p>"Whatever it is," Ned Land went on, "any animal having four feet
without feathers, or two feet with feathers, will be greeted by my
very own one–gun salute."</p>
<p>"Oh good!" I replied. "The reckless Mr. Land is at it again!"</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>By 8:30 the <i>Nautilus's</i> skiff had just run gently aground on
a sandy strand, after successfully clearing the ring of coral
that surrounds Gueboroa Island.</p>
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