Like snails, we were fixed to our shells, and I declare it is easy to lead a snail's life.
Thus this life seemed easy and natural, and we thought no longer of the life we led on land; but something happened to recall us to the strangeness of our situation.
On the 18th of January, the Nautilus was in 105 deg.long.and 15 deg.
S.lat.

The weather was threatening, the sea rough and rolling.

There was a strong east wind.

The barometer, which had been going down for some days, foreboded a coming storm.

I went up on to the platform just as the second lieutenant was taking the measure of the horary angles, and waited, according to habit till the daily phrase was said.