An old grey-bearded gunner . . . .
Captain Nemo’s state-room
Captain Nemo took the Sun’s altitude
I was ready to set out
Conseil seized his gun
All fell on their knees in an attitude of prayer
A terrible combat began
“A man! A shipwrecked sailor!” I cried
The Nautilus was floating near a mountain
The Nautilus was blocked up
One of these long arms glided through the opening
The unfortunate vessel sank more rapidly
