Chapter 15 The Leidenbrock Sea We stood on the shore of an enormous sea.
Water lapped against the sandy shore.
The wind, as my uncle said, was quite strong.
It felt wonderful.
I had to close my eyes because the light was too bright.
I was not used to it after being underground so long.
Spray from the sea gently splashed my face.
My uncle stood beside me.
The light must be electrical.
I cannot think of another possible source.
Also, the light is different from sunlight.
It makes everything look sharper.
You can see fine detail at a great distance.
My eyes adjusted to this new light.
I saw that my uncle was right.
I looked up toward the sky, or where the sky should be, and saw clouds.
Great, fluffy, great clouds.
The view was extraordinary.
Hans is building a raft, Uncle Lidenbrock said.
We found wood and other materials down here.
This is something else that I cannot explain.
We will set sail tomorrow.
Set sail?
I was shocked to hear this.
We are going to sail across the sea.
The Leidenbrock Sea, he corrected me, smiling.
And yes, what else would we do?
I could find no reason to argue with him.
Would you like to take a walk, he asked.
We started a tour along the shore.
I was amazed to find small trees, mushrooms growing in corners and animal bones.
I had no idea which animal the bones were from, but I recognized the plants.
I knew them from fossils.
These plants have been extinct for thousands of years.
Even with all these wonders, the place felt quiet and lonely.
We were the only living creatures.
Once again, I was filled with fear and excitement.
My uncle, of course, felt no fear.
We set sail on August 13th.
We loaded all our bags and equipment onto our raft.
It was six feet across and ten feet long.
In the very center was a long pole that we used as a mast.
Hans attached one of our blankets to the mast to make a sail.
As we were leaving the harbor, my uncle thought we should name it.
He asked me to do it.
I had the answer immediately.
It is called Port Grauben.
I almost sighed.
My uncle wanted me to keep the ship's log.
This meant that I would record the measurements for the day.
I would write down all that we saw and did.
It was a very important job.
I was honored that my uncle trusted me to do it.
The ocean was so dark it was almost black.
I could not see more than a foot or two below the surface.
Seaweed floated along the top in strands five or six feet long.
I enjoyed looking at them.
Uncle Lidenbrock was very pleased with how quickly we were moving.
At this rate, he said, we should be traveling 75 miles a day or more.
On our first afternoon at sea, Hans dropped a fishing line over the side.
It was only a short time later when he felt a tug.
He pulled it in and found a fish attached to the end.
My uncle took the fish from Hans.
He looked at it closely.
Then he declared, this is a species of fish that has been extinct for years.
It's incredible.
Uncle, I said, look at its eyes.
Its eyes?
What are you talking about?
Uncle Lidenbrock looked at the fish more closely.
My word.
It has no eyes, he declared.
My uncle reasoned that the fish did not need to see anything.
The ocean was black.
My thoughts started to drift.
I thought about all the various creatures that had once lived and then died out.
Seeing this ocean and its surroundings meant I knew how the world used to look.
We were the only living beings to see this world.