Chapter 5 The Great Adventure Begins We were riding the train toward Copenhagen, Denmark.
From there we would find a boat to take us to Iceland.
I would have been happy if we had never reached our destination.
My uncle was constantly anxious that we were not moving fast enough.
If the train slowed down at all, even to stop at stations, my uncle became quite upset.
He found the train conductor and demanded to know why there was a delay.
The conductor explained that they needed to let other passengers on and off.
Uncle Lidenbrock thought that was a very poor excuse.
Our train ride to Copenhagen was broken up by a boat ride across a channel or a small body of water.
This was particularly difficult for my uncle.
He could not understand why the boat's captain did not set off right away.
Why must we wait for the scheduled departure time?
Why must we wait for other passengers to arrive?
The captain advised my uncle to go for a walk.
On the other side of the channel, we still had to take another train before we reached Copenhagen, the capital city of Denmark.
Thankfully, it was not a long ride.
My uncle had arranged a meeting with a professor at the university.
This made for a very warm welcome.
Professor Thompson was very helpful.
He showed us around his city and said he would help us hire a boat to take us to Iceland.
I hoped there would be nothing available.
If we couldn't get to Iceland before the end of June, then the trip would be cancelled.
I was not so lucky, though.
We found a boat leaving on June 2nd.
My uncle was very excited by this news.
He shook the captain's hand so hard that I thought he might break it.
The captain found it quite normal to go to Iceland.
That was his job, but my uncle thought it was incredible.
We had a few days to spend in Copenhagen before the boat sailed.
I entertained myself by walking through the city, visiting museums and churches.
I wished that my Grauban was with me.
We would have had a lovely time together.
We could have walked over the beautiful bridges and toured the royal palace.
Thinking about Grauban only made me sad.
I wondered if I would ever see her again.
The time finally came when we were due to leave.
On June 2nd, at six in the morning, we loaded our luggage onto a small boat that would take us to Iceland.
The captain and crew greeted us as we walked onto the boat.
They shook our hands, then quickly went to work, setting sail.
Minutes later, we were heading out of the harbor.
According to our captain, the trip would take ten days.
This was too long for my uncle, but he accepted it.
He tried to keep himself busy by carefully planning our journey into the volcano.
Unfortunately, weather at sea was not in our favor.
After only a few days, we were hit by a terrible storm.
Off the coast of Scotland, the wind started to pick up.
Soon the sky was black with clouds.
Our boat began rolling in the high waves.
We could not go on deck for two days because of the rain and wind.
Even Uncle Lidenbrock was shaken up.
When we finally reached Iceland's shore, we had been at sea for thirteen days.