CHAPTER 23

Conclusion

WE COME TO the conclusion of this voyage under the seas. What happened

that night, how the skiff escaped from the Maelstrom’s fearsome

eddies, how Ned Land, Conseil, and I got out of that whirlpool, I’m

unable to say. But when I regained consciousness, I was lying in a

fisherman’s hut on one of the Lofoten Islands. My two companions, safe

and sound, were at my bedside clasping my hands. We embraced each

other heartily.

Just now we can’t even dream of returning to France. Travel between

upper Norway and the south is limited. So I have to wait for the

arrival of a steamboat that provides bimonthly service from North

Cape.

So it is here, among these gallant people who have taken us in, that

I’m reviewing my narrative of these adventures. It is accurate. Not a

fact has been omitted, not a detail has been exaggerated. It’s the

faithful record of this inconceivable expedition into an element now

beyond human reach, but where progress will someday make great

inroads.

Will anyone believe me? I don’t know. Ultimately it’s

unimportant. What I can now assert is that I’ve earned the right to

speak of these seas, beneath which in less than ten months, I’ve

cleared 20,000 leagues in this underwater tour of the world that has

shown me so many wonders across the Pacific, the Indian Ocean, the Red

Sea, the Mediterranean, the Atlantic, the southernmost and

northernmost seas!

But what happened to the Nautilus? Did it withstand the Maelstrom’s

clutches? Is Captain Nemo alive? Is he still under the ocean pursuing

his frightful program of revenge, or did he stop after that latest

mass execution? Will the waves someday deliver that manuscript that

contains his full life story? Will I finally learn the man’s name?

Will the nationality of the stricken warship tell us the nationality

of Captain Nemo?

I hope so. I likewise hope that his powerful submersible has defeated

the sea inside its most dreadful whirlpool, that the Nautilus has

survived where so many ships have perished! If this is the case and

Captain Nemo still inhabits the ocean—his adopted country—may the hate

be appeased in that fierce heart! May the contemplation of so many

wonders extinguish the spirit of vengeance in him! May the executioner

pass away, and the scientist continue his peaceful exploration of the

seas! If his destiny is strange, it’s also sublime. Haven’t I

encompassed it myself? Didn’t I lead ten months of this otherworldly

existence? Thus to that question asked 6,000 years ago in the Book of

Ecclesiastes—“Who can fathom the soundless depths?”—two men out of all

humanity have now earned the right to reply. Captain Nemo and I.

END OF THE SECOND PART