20.000 Leagues Under the Seas E-Book

Jules Verne.

• Herausgeber: Moai Ediciones
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

A sea monster has triggered alarms worldwide, and an expedition is finally organized to capture it. The expedition includes the renowned professor of Natural History, Pierre Aronnax, his assistant Bastienne, and the expert Canadian harpooner Ned Land, aboard the American frigate Abraham Lincoln. The monster turns out to be a remarkable submarine commanded by Captain Nemo, and the need to keep this secret poses a serious problem for the captain regarding the release of the three main characters. Captain Nemo, a wise man tormented and disillusioned with the human race, embodies both libertarian individualism and an exaggerated sense of justice, undoubtedly making him one of the archetypes of the adventure novel genre. His presence alone justifies the distinguished place that "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" holds within the genre.

Yet, the novel offers much more: excitement, knowledge, suspense, unforgettable characters, and unexpected twists... It stands as a milestone in adventure literature and a boundless source of inspiration for future speculative fiction. This Illustrated Youth Edition of "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" is the perfect introduction for young readers at home to Verne’s work, and also an excuse for adults to swiftly revisit a classic of adventure literature.
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Jules Verne (1828 - 1905) is considered one of the founders of modern science fiction literature and a master storyteller of fantastic adventures. He was famous for his tales of fantastical adventures, always narrated with a tone of scientific plausibility. He accurately predicted in his fantastic stories the emergence of some of the products generated by the technological advances of the 20th century, such as television, helicopters, submarines, and spacecraft.

Leseprobe

20.000 LEAGUES

UNDER THE SEAS

-JULES VERNE-

ILLUSTRATED AND ANNOTATED

YOUTH EDITION

20,000 Leagues Under the Seas

*Illustrated and Annotated

Youth Edition *

‘Vingt Mille Lieues sous les mers’

© Jules Verne 1870

© Translation, Notes and Adaptation by Agustina Garcia-Lacroix 2024

© Illustrations: Claude Beaumont 1984

© Moai Ediciones April 2024

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. AN UNSETTLING MYSTERY

Chapter 2. TO THE ADVENTURE

Chapter 3. “MOBILIS IN MOBILE”

Chapter 4. THE “NAUTILUS”

Chapter 5. A SUBMARINE HUNT

Chapter 6. FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC

Chapter 7. PEARL FISHERS

Chapter 8. A DIVER NAMED NICHOLAS

Chapter 9. THE SOUTH POLE

Chapter 10. ACCIDENT OR INCIDENT

Chapter 11. THE OCTOPUSES

Chapter 12. A CATASTROPHE

CONCLUSION

Chapter 1

AN UNSETTLING MYSTERY

Around the year 1866, a series of rumors, which were becoming more prominent over time, began to stir the global opinion, plunging it into worrisome doubts and perplexities. It was asserted that, on different occasions and in very distant locations, a strange reef of enormous dimensions and with previously unknown characteristics had appeared on the surface of the sea. There were those who claimed that this object was a "thing", a kind of floating island, and others, on the contrary, asserted that it was an animal monster of an unknown species. The matter would not have transcended had it not been for the fact that merchant mariners of great reputation and seriousness, and even officers of the British navy, issued various reports, of a scientific nature, that left no room for doubt.

What usually happens with all mysterious news lacking a clear explanation occurred. The public constantly talked about the "monster" in such a way that it became fashionable. Magazines and small theaters put it on stage, both jokingly and seriously; it was caricatured in newspapers, with more or less wit, and articles were published that recalled the old myths, fables, and legends of sea animals, from the terrible white whale Moby-Dick1 of the northern regions, to the monstrous Kraken2 which was said to be able to drag a five-hundred-ton ship to the bottom of the sea. But when the matter seemed definitively forgotten, new events brought it back into the spotlight.

A famous English ship-owner, Cunnard, owned a series of regular lines, served by up to twelve ships of his company, which had always been distinguished for their safety, speed, and almost perfect regularity. In twenty-six years of experience, Cunnard's ships had crossed the Atlantic two thousand times without ever an accident having caused a delay or even the slightest disturbance in the proverbial order of the English house. However, when on April 13, 1867, the passengers of the "Scotland" were calmly having tea in the ship's dining room, a barely perceptible collision occurred that would not have worried anyone had it not been for sudden shouts saying:

"A leak! We're sinking!"

Captain Anderson knew perfectly well that the ship could not suddenly sink because it was conditioned in such a way that water could only fill a certain compartment, without passing to the rest of the ship, and he calmed the dismayed passengers. He ordered the ship to stop and inspect the damage through a diver, verifying that a hole of more than six feet had opened in the hull of his ship. As it had not affected the boilers, he was able to continue the journey at half speed, arriving three days late. The company's engineers examined the hull in dry dock and observed something that filled them with astonishment. The breach was in the shape of a perfect isosceles triangle, with the plate being cut cleanly. It had to be assumed that the penetrating object was of an extraordinary temper and a force capable of piercing that thick plate, then withdrawing through an incomprehensible retracting movement.

This mysterious accident once again captivated public opinion. As it endangered a multitude of human lives and communications began to become difficult because, with some frequency, similar accidents were repeated, the public began to demand energetically that the seas be rid of the formidable and dangerous cetacean3.

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It is time for me to introduce myself. I am the author of the impressive story that the kind reader will have the opportunity to know if they deign to follow me to the end, which I do not doubt, given its extraordinary interest. My name is Pierre Aronnax and I am the assistant professor at the Museum of Natural History in Paris. The French government has distinguished me on several occasions by adding me to various scientific expeditions to study the flora and fauna of remote countries and, modesty aside, I can consider myself a true specialist in these subjects.

Like everyone else, I was fascinated by the mystery of the sea monster, even more so given my condition as a scientific naturalist. I was aware of the information published in all the press of the world and, by studying it thoroughly, I could conclude the following: it was impossible that it was a floating reef—an iceberg or a large rock—given its appearance in such distant places in all the seas of the world. Necessarily, the hypotheses were reduced to two: either it was an unknown monster or a submarine ship, that is, a vessel conceived and built by a genius man, capable of submerging into the depths of the sea and maneuvering at the will of its pilots.

It was then that my opinion was requested, finding myself in New York, by the New York Herald, to whose request, despite my desire to stay on the sidelines, I could not refuse. In the article I published, I came to say, in summary, the following: "The immense depths of the sea, which we do not even know, because they have never been able to be explored, hide a mysterious life of which we have only very distant suspicions. What animals live in those regions? What could be their size, their characteristics, their way of life, their nature, and their qualities? We do not know, nor will we know. It is perfectly possible to suppose the existence of fish or cetaceans or perhaps animals of unknown species, constituted to live in the great depths, that, by any circumstance, could appear on the surface of the ocean. This could be the case with the monster that so concerns public opinion. But if not, it could also be a known species, only in a specimen of extraordinary dimensions. Indeed, there is a cetacean, the narwhal, which is armed with a kind of ivory tusk, which has the hardness of steel. It reaches a dimension of three feet and some of these defenses have been removed with difficulty from the hulls of some ships. If there were a Giant Narwhal, of a size five or ten times larger than usual, we would have explained the mysteries that concern us."

All this made it almost unanimously accepted the idea of the monster and that the governments of the most practical nations, the United States and England, decided to clear the seas of that fabulous danger that threatened maritime communication in such an alarming way. For this reason, in the port of New York, a war frigate was quickly equipped, armed with a steel ram and with all the necessary conditions for the formidable hunting and capture enterprise it was preparing for. But then something curious happened, and it was that the monster seemed to have found out about the preparations, for, for over two months, it showed no signs of life. However, suddenly reports were received that it had been sighted by one of the steamers making the crossing from San Francisco to Shanghai, in the northern waters of the Pacific.

This news shook the entire world. Three hours before the departure of the war frigate, I received a cable in the following terms:

Monsieur Pierre Aronnax, Prof. at the Museum of Paris. Fifth Avenue Hotel-New York "Monsieur: The Government of the United States would be pleased with your presence aboard the frigate "Abraham Lincoln", as a representative of France, in the enterprise that, with the help of the Almighty, we attempt for the benefit of humanity. Commander Farragut will attend to you as necessary. Receive the consideration of J. B. Hobson Minister of the Navy.”

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When I received the cable I have just transcribed, I had no other desire than to return to my beloved France as soon as possible. The scientific expedition to Nebraska had exhausted me, and I longed for the comforting warmth of home, to recover from my fatigue. But, immediately after reading it, I understood that my destiny was to be part of the expedition, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind about it.

"Bastienne!" I exclaimed, storing the paper away.

Bastienne was, all in one, my servant, my valet, my secretary, and even a scientific colleague, with whom I would discuss some doubtful classification. He was a handsome Flemish man, of touching loyalty, who had been following me on all my travels for many years without ever having heard a complaint about the discomforts we had to endure. He would delve into the Amazon jungles or cross the Sahara desert without blinking, maintaining his composure, order, and his unchangeable habits of timely helpfulness.

"Bastienne," I said when he came at my call. "We're leaving."

"Very well, sir."

"Do you know where we are going, Bastienne?"

"Home, I assume, sir."

"Indeed, Bastienne: we're going home... but taking a little detour."

"As you wish, sir."

"Have you heard about the sea monster, Bastienne?"

"Naturally, sir."

"Well, we're going to hunt it down, dear Bastienne. We're going to board the 'Abraham Lincoln' with Commander Farragut, carrying the representation of our country in this enterprise. I need not tell you that this is something complicated, something difficult, and even dangerous. Very dangerous, probably! I believe it's my duty to warn you, Bastienne, since if it doesn't suit you, I can by no means force you to accompany me."

"Excuse me, sir," he interrupted calmly, "I believe, in that case... well, it seems to me..."

"Say whatever it is, Bastienne," I helped him. "You know how much I value you, and whatever decision you make, will seem right to me."

"I suppose... that we're going to need more socks than we have..."

"Bravo, Bastienne!" I exhaled. "Buy whatever we need, pack the bags, get everything ready quickly, and be prepared to leave. For France, Bastienne!"

Soon after, Bastienne had the luggage ready, classified and ordered like the most scrupulous naturalist.

For my part, once my affairs were settled, I was able to present myself with my faithful Bastienne at the pier where the frigate "Abraham Lincoln" was ready to depart. The sailors loaded our luggage, and I introduced myself to Commander Farragut. He was a serious, energetic, and at the same time courteous sailor, who made me comfortable, leaving me very satisfied with my cabin. The frigate was magnificently equipped with devices that multiplied its speed, even when this, after all, had to be inferior to that of the monster.

I had been on board for a quarter of an hour when the commander gave the order to depart. At that moment, public expectation was enormous. More than five hundred thousand people had gathered all along the Hudson Riverbank, and countless boats and small steamers paced our ship as it departed, incessantly sounding their sirens. The cheers of that crowd thundered through the air, and one would be hard-pressed to find a more impressive and moving spectacle. We were all excited, even though the commander barely let his feelings show. The frigate, skirting the coast of New Jersey, passed by the forts that saluted in its honor. We replied by raising the American flag three times. At the lighthouse, the escorting boats left us. Leaving behind the coast of Long Island, at eight o'clock at night, the frigate cut through the dark waters of the Atlantic at full pressure.

Farragut never doubted the existence of the monster. For him, there was no other possibility: either he destroyed that spawn of the seas or was destroyed by it.

The officers, in general, shared his same feelings, and even the crew had taken the trip with that half-sportive, half-heroic air that is so characteristic of the Anglo-Saxon peoples. Moreover, certain rumors circulating about a sum of two thousand dollars that the commander would give to whoever, be it cabin boy or sailor, master and officer, who first spotted the monster, made everyone on deck keep a sharp lookout, constantly scanning, night and day, the hermetic horizon. Even the most difficult watches were voluntarily undertaken, with the secret hope of being the first to sight the cetacean.

The ‘Abraham Lincoln’ was equipped not only as a war frigate but also as the most formidable whaler that could exist. All the known fishing gadgets of the time were on board, from the hand-thrown harpoon to the explosive bullets and barbed arrows shot by harpoon guns. On the forecastle, there were perfected cannon, loaded from the breech, a precious instrument of American origin, which sent a two-pound projectile a median distance of ten miles.

No means of destruction was lacking. But there was something even better; we had Ned Land on board.

Who was Ned Land? Simply the best harpooner known to all the seas of the world. A Canadian about forty years old, tall, strong, with a serious appearance, very little communicative, violent, and even furious when contradicted, who could not go unnoticed, especially because of his penetrating gaze. His skill with the harpoon was legendary, and a sperm whale had to be very cunning or a whale very sly to escape his harpoon thrust.

I soon made friends with him, despite, as I said, him being quite reserved. I found his conversation interesting because I had observed, to my surprise, that he was almost the only one on board who doubted the existence of the monster.

"How come you don't believe in the existence of the cetacean, Ned?" I asked him on one occasion.

"You see, professor. It seems natural to me that people believe in extraordinary comets crossing space or in antediluvian monsters, but neither the astronomer nor the naturalist swallows those tales. I, who, by my profession, am well acquainted with whales and sperm whales, can assure you that there are none of the size and strength that they claim the one we're chasing has."

"But Ned, you know the animals that appear on the surface of the sea, not those that exist in the depths..."

"Even if there were any, which I doubt, they would never be able to pierce through an iron plate."

"You think so? Well, it seems very easy to me to prove otherwise. It's just a matter of doing the math..."

"Ah, professor! With numbers, you can make anything you want."

"In business, Ned, but not in mathematics. If we admit the probability of some animal living in the deeper layers of the ocean, it must necessarily have an organism of solidity that defies all comparison."

"And why is that, Monsieur Aronnax?"

"Because it needs to withstand the terrible pressure of the water. Did you know how that pressure is calculated? Well, it's two pounds per square inch for every thirty-two feet of depth. If you think about an animal several hundred feet in length, imagine the amount of hundreds of millions of pounds it would have to resist..."

"It would need to be made of eight-inch plates like armored frigates..."

"So, do you realize the destruction that a creature of that nature could cause to a ship by hurling itself against it at the speed of an express train?"

"It would be terrifying, probably..."

"Are you convinced now?"

"Certainly. If such animals exist, they would have to be as strong as you say..."

"But do you still doubt they exist? Then how do you explain the accident of the Scotland?"

"It could be... perhaps..."

"... perhaps what?"

"... perhaps it wasn't true!"

This answer proved Ned's stubbornness. Unfortunately, the accident was completely proven. The engineers had to plug the hole, and surely, the existence of a hole cannot be demonstrated more palpably.

Chapter 2

TO THE ADVENTURE

The hunt for the fabulous animal was beginning to reveal its difficulties. For a long time, nothing noteworthy happened on board. The frigate sailed at full speed, carrying a crew that scanned the slightest details with almost obsessive attention, but failed to find the slightest trace of the unsettling narwhal.

Bordering the Southeast coast of America on July 3rd, we were at the entrance to the Strait of Magellan. But the commander did not want to take this passage, and the crew approved the decision. Some thought that even the narwhal could not have passed through there4.

Therefore, heading Northwest, we rounded Cape Horn, and the next morning we entered the Pacific. Crossing the Tropic of Capricorn on July 27th, we passed the Equator, and taking a more pronounced direction westward, we delved into the central seas of the Pacific. The commander thought it better to stay away from land and monitor the great depths, as more likely places to find the monster. After stocking up on coal, passing by the sight of the Pomutu Islands, the Marquesas, Hawaii, we headed towards the China Seas.

We had arrived at the places where our animal had lately appeared. It is difficult to comprehend what it means to be, day after day, pending the horizon, often believing to see things that caused great alarm and being the victim of constant optical illusions. Hardly anyone slept, almost no one ate, and this state of unrest necessarily had to provoke a contrary reaction.

For three months, we had sailed the seas without finding anything out of the ordinary. The tension that had kept us until then, suddenly gave way to great discouragement. We all began to feel, almost with rage, as if we had been deceived, and we became angrier, the greater our credulity had been.