Part 35 (1/2)

Hetzel beamed. ”Well, there's a challenge for you.”

Verne said a quick farewell and left. He had writing to do.

For years since the publication of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Verne's readers had continued to shower him with letters and praise, ecstatic in their adoration for the character of Captain Nemo. Even as a fictional person, Nemo still left Verne feeling envious and dissatisfied with his own accomplishments.

What is it about the man?

Upon finis.h.i.+ng the sub-marine book, he had considered the story complete. He had described the Nautilus Nautilus sinking in the terrible maelstrom off Norway, forever vanished along with its brooding captain and mysterious crew beneath the dark, cold waters. sinking in the terrible maelstrom off Norway, forever vanished along with its brooding captain and mysterious crew beneath the dark, cold waters.

But his readers begged to hear more of the dark genius. Nemo, Nemo! They wanted the captain's background explained, they wanted the mystery solved. Finally, dejected and trying to salvage his ambitious desert-island novel, he realized that Nemo might yet have another role to play. Verne had thought of a way to rid himself of his terrible jealousy, once and for all.

He wrote The Mysterious Island The Mysterious Island in three substantial volumes. Instead of using average castaways, Verne populated his ma.s.sive novel with characters taken from Rurapente. An intelligent engineer, Cyrus Harding, led the group, used his ingenuity to build a magnificent house inside a granite cliff. The castaways learned how to smelt iron, domesticate wild animals, even set up a telegraph . . . all the while a.s.sisted by a secretive benefactor who came to their aid at appropriate moments, yet never revealed his ident.i.ty. in three substantial volumes. Instead of using average castaways, Verne populated his ma.s.sive novel with characters taken from Rurapente. An intelligent engineer, Cyrus Harding, led the group, used his ingenuity to build a magnificent house inside a granite cliff. The castaways learned how to smelt iron, domesticate wild animals, even set up a telegraph . . . all the while a.s.sisted by a secretive benefactor who came to their aid at appropriate moments, yet never revealed his ident.i.ty.

At the end of the long novel, after readers had waited month after month during the serialization, they learned the truth: The guardian angel on the mysterious island was none other than an aging and bitter Captain Nemo, who had survived the sinking of the Nautilus Nautilus and brought his damaged sub-marine boat to a cave beneath the volcano. . . . and brought his damaged sub-marine boat to a cave beneath the volcano. . . .

By now, Verne had realized his error in not showing the actual demise of Nemo in the first novel. He could not simply let the Nautilus Nautilus disappear into the treacherous depths, where it was disappear into the treacherous depths, where it was presumed presumed destroyed. To rid himself of this burden forever, Verne depicted quite precisely the death scene of Captain Nemo, a man haunted by the tragic deaths of his wife and young son. destroyed. To rid himself of this burden forever, Verne depicted quite precisely the death scene of Captain Nemo, a man haunted by the tragic deaths of his wife and young son.

In the final chapters, with the castaways gathered around him on the entombed Nautilus Nautilus, the captain died aboard his beloved sub-marine boat. To honor Nemo's final request, the character of Cyrus Harding operated the controls for a final time before disembarking. The castaways watched as the Nautilus Nautilus sank slowly under the sea, bearing the body of the great Nemo, who was never to be seen again. . . . sank slowly under the sea, bearing the body of the great Nemo, who was never to be seen again. . . .

When Jules Verne completed the enormous ma.n.u.script, including the proud funeral, he at last felt free of Andre Nemo. He knew he would never see the man again, nor Caroline. As told by Verne, the story was not true . . . but the readers would be satisfied.

”Forgive me, my friends,” he murmured. Though altered and falsified, the account would certainly make a grand story.

He set aside his pen and looked at the thick journal filled with his words. No matter what happened in real life, Verne's readers would remember Captain Nemo, and his fate, the way the author had told it.

The true ending of Nemo's story was quite different from fiction, though.

The Nautilus Nautilus continued its voyage of discovery through the seas. Forsaking his war against War, Nemo preyed upon no s.h.i.+ps, but instead remained content with Caroline's company. He chose the sub-marine's course carefully, setting out for his favorite spot on the ocean bottom. continued its voyage of discovery through the seas. Forsaking his war against War, Nemo preyed upon no s.h.i.+ps, but instead remained content with Caroline's company. He chose the sub-marine's course carefully, setting out for his favorite spot on the ocean bottom.

He wanted to show Caroline the pinnacle of mystery and wonder he'd found beneath the waves. Standing with her on the bridge deck, Nemo felt like a romantic character in a storybook as they stared out at the turquoise-lit wonderland.

He looked over at the stiff-backed Englishman at the helm. ”Mr. Harding? A progress report?”

Harding consulted his charts. ”We should arrive within the hour, Captain.”

Nemo took Caroline's arm in his. ”Come with me to the salon. There is something you must see.”

He led her again to the central salon, where he had cranked shut the iris plates over the wide, circular window, keeping the view hidden. Nemo poured each of them a gla.s.s of wine, then gestured for Caroline to sit in the chair beside him. While they waited, he looked into her face, studying the bright blue eyes that were so different from Auda's deep, dark gaze.

But Auda was gone, as was Caroline's husband -- and the two of them no longer had any barriers to their lifelong love.

Caroline's eyes were electric with antic.i.p.ation. Nemo sipped his wine, smiling as he allowed the suspense to build. He stroked her hair. Before long, he heard the thrumming engines slow. Harding's hollow-sounding voice came over the speaking tube. ”We have arrived, Captain. All propellers at full stop.”

”Thank you, Mr. Harding.”

He held out his hand to Caroline. She took it and stood, gliding gracefully with him over to the closed windows. Using a louver-crank, Nemo slid back the metal plates, then turned a dial that extinguished the lamps inside the salon.

Outside, the ethereal light from the portholes hung like a diffuse halo around the Nautilus Nautilus. He encouraged Caroline to take a step closer to the viewing window, to allow her eyes to adjust. When she gasped out loud, he knew she had seen.

”Behold . . . Atlantis.”

Drowned beneath pristine waters that were turned a jewel blue by filtered sunlight lay the ruins of an ancient, long-forgotten city. Fluted Corinthian pillars towered beside a fallen arch adorned with dervish-scarves of seaweed. The collapsed buildings showed magnificent, unrivalled architecture, now appreciated only by colorful fish that flitted in and out of the awesome drowned temples.

”It is beautiful, Andre,” Caroline said, letting out a long breath. Her face glowed with childlike delight. Nemo thought he had never seen her look more lovely.

An alabaster statue of Adonis-like perfection lay facedown in the mud. Enameled urns that had tumbled to the soft ocean bed were now encrusted with coral. Green and pink sea anemones sprouted in basins and beside broken benches like an odd flower bed. Metallic-pink abalone sh.e.l.ls had wedged themselves into the cracks of a crooked flagstone path.

Nemo whispered his next words close to her ear. ”I love you Caroline. I've loved you all of my life. There is so much more I want to share with you. The oceans of the world can be ours together. Will you marry me?”

Immense marble halls sagged under the weight of water and time. Gems, wrought-gold jewelry, and broken pottery lay strewn across the ocean floor. All traces of the original inhabitants of this place had vanished.

Caroline closed her eyes, letting the words into her heart like water into parched ground. ”Of course I will, Andre.” She opened her eyes and squeezed his hand. They didn't speak for a long time, just sharing the wonder of the world that lay before them.

”Come walk with me,” Nemo invited, his voice barely above a whisper.

Caroline nodded. ”Always.”

Then slowly -- almost shyly -- they swayed toward each other, and their lips met in a kiss that held both reverence for the past and promise for the future. . . .