It was a fine haul, but not to be wondered at.

Indeed, the nets are let down for several hours, and enclose in their meshes an infinite variety.

We had no lack of excellent food, and the rapidity of the Nautilus and the attraction of the electric light could always renew our supply.

These several productions of the sea were immediately lowered through the panel to the steward's room, some to be eaten fresh, and others pickled.
The fishing ended, the provision of air renewed, I thought that the Nautilus was about to continue its submarine excursion, and was preparing to return to my room, when, without further preamble, the Captain turned to me, saying: "Professor, is not this ocean gifted with real life?
It has its tempers and its gentle moods.

Yesterday it slept as we did, and now it has woke after a quiet night.