I had no sooner expressed this regret than I felt that it must have wounded Captain Nemo. After some minutes, the part of the fruits that was exposed to the fire was completely roasted. The interior looked like a white pastry, a sort of soft crumb, the flavor of which was like that of an artichoke. Yes, if we were near enough to the bank, and if the vessel was floating at the time. Not if the bank was far away, and the boat was under the water. On the fishing, replied the Canadian; before entering upon the ground, it is as well to know something about it.
We were close to Vanikoro, really the one to which Dumont d'Urville gave the name of Isle de la Recherche, and exactly facing the little harbor of Vanou, situated in 16 4' south latitude, and 164 32' east longitude. The earth seemed covered with verdure from the shore to the summits in the interior, that were crowned by Mount Kapogo, 476 feet high. The Nautilus, having passed the outer belt of rocks by a narrow strait, found itself among breakers where the sea was from thirty to forty fathoms deep. Under the verdant shade of some mangroves I perceived some savages, who appeared greatly surprised at our approach. In the long black body, moving between wind and water, did they not see some formidable cetacean that they regarded with suspicion? Well, unless the Nautilus sails on dry land, and passes above the isthmus- A curious collection of poulps? I said. At that moment, Captain Nemo turned to me.
Ned stamped his feet. His hand trembled as he grasped an imaginary harpoon. Ten of his companions followed him. They met with the same fate. This cell was, to speak correctly, the arsenal and wardrobe of the Nautilus. A dozen diving apparatus hung from the partition, waiting our use. At about seven o'clock we found ourselves at last surveying the oyster-banks, on which the pearl-oysters are reproduced by millions.